 Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain,...  Inland Educator and Indiana School Journal - Seite 261900Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Harriette A. Curtiss - 1996 - 400 Seiten
...beautifully expressed in Tennyson's poem, "Sir Galahad" ; for if we would find the Holy Grail we too must be, "A maiden Knight — to me is given such hope, I know not fear." Then will we hear in all nature the voice of the angelic hosts, as did he. "Then move the trees, the... | |
 | Thomas Bulfinch - 2004 - 306 Seiten
...streets are dumh with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from hrand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain, I climh the height ; No hranchy thirket shelter yields; But hlessed forms in whiskmg storms Fly o'er... | |
 | Robert Collier - 2007 - 422 Seiten
...with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o 'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving hail....breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. / muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace,... | |
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