 Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd...  The Modern Student's Book of English Literature - Sida 600efter Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 898 sidorObegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 260 sidor
...There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market-girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels...overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half-sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. PART III. A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 sidor
...ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower 'd Camelot ; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The...overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half-sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. PART III. A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 sidor
...There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market-girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels...overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half-sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. PART III. A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 sidor
...troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair' d page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot ;...overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half-sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. PABT III. A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 sidor
...'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." PART II. THERE she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her...am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. PART III. A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1860 - 404 sidor
...'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." PART II. THERE she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her...am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. PART III. A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1864 - 404 sidor
...troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair' d page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot ;...am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. PART III. A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 404 sidor
...highway near Winding down to Camelot : There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village -churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from...am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. PART III. A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 sidor
...There the river-eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market-girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels...am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. PART III. , A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves. The sun came dazzling... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1868 - 456 sidor
...a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-haiiM page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot ;...overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half-sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. PART III. A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode... | |
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