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" A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the... "
The holy grail, and other poems - Page 140
by Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1870
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pages
...tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since...world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to the barge they came. There those three Queens Put forth their hands, and took the King, and...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since...world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to the barge they came. There those three Queens Put forth their hands, and took the King, and...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur 'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to the barge they came. There those three Queens Put...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pages
...tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a windv that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since...world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to the barge they came. There those three Queens Put forth their hands, and took the King, and...
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Notes and Queries, Volume 58

1878 - 676 pages
...have ye tarried eo long !... alas ! this wound. ..hath taken over-much cold." Idyll. Then murmured Arthur : " Place me in the barge." So to the barge they came. Then those three queens Put forth their hands and took the king, and wept. Hut [one] laid his head...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 pages
...tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmured Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to the barge they came. There those three Queens Put...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 404 pages
...tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur' d Arthur, " Place me in the barge," And to the barge they came. There those three Queens Put...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volume 1

Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pages
...tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. TENNYSON. Birds, the free tenants of earth, air, and ocean, Their forms all symmetry, their motions...
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A Month in Norway

John George Hollway - 1853 - 176 pages
...of human work, one could almost be inclined to pronounce the Dovre Fjeld one of those " Waste lands where no one comes Or hath come since the making of the world." Jerkin, the Dovre Fjeld station, is a spacious and Chap. VI. SPORT OX THE DOVRE FJELD. 117 comfortable...
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The Illustrated Magazine, Volumes 23-24

1867 - 746 pages
...as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste laud, where no one comes Or hath come since the making of the world." Forgotten then the wiles of Launcelot and fair Guinevere felt only that the good man she called her...
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