 And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So saying, from the pavement...  The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson - Page 68by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1898 - 887 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...drew him under in the meer." And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to...reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...drew him under in the meer." And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to...reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...drew him under in the meer. " And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard : " My end draws nigh; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to...reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pages
...drew him under in the meer." And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. • Make broad thy shoulders...reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 pages
...wonderful, That caught him by the hilt, and brandished him Three times, and drew him under in the meer." " My end draws nigh ; 't is time that I were gone. Make...reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 pages
...That caught him by the hilt, and brandished him • Three times, and drew him under in the meer." " My end draws nigh ; 't is time that I were gone. Make...reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 284 pages
...the meer." " My end draws nigh ; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive ray weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded through his tears, And would have... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 pages
...drew him under in the mere." And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard: " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to...reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 pages
...drew him under in the mere." And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to...reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 pages
...drew him under in the mere." And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard: "My end draws nigh; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to...from the pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, rcclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully... | |
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