 | 1885 - 668 psl.
...frozen hills. He heard the deep behind him, and a a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren...level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon. Then saw they how there hove E dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them;... | |
 | Thomas Young Crowell - 1885 - 702 psl.
...fro1en hills. He heard the deep behind him, and a a cry Before. His own thought drove hita like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren...sudden, lo ! the level lake. And the long glories of the win tet moon. Then saw they how there hove i dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern.... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 526 psl.
...frozen hills. He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left t and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based • His feet on juts of slippery erag... | |
 | Henry Cholmondeley-Pennell - 1885 - 554 psl.
...plateau of bare and unbroken moorland, when morning dawned the scene had been transformed as by magic, ' And on a sudden, lo '. the level lake, And the long glories ' of the rising sun ! The sight of water — and water doubtless containing trout — gave, as Ingoldsby says,... | |
 | Henry Cholmondeley-Pennell - 1885 - 556 psl.
...plateau of bare and unbroken moorland, when morning dawned the scene had been transformed as by magic, 'And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories ' of the rising sun ! The sight of water — and water doubtless containing trout — gave, as Ingoldsby says,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1900 - 154 psl.
...frozen hills. He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right 355 The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang... | |
 | W. W. Robson, William Wallace Robson - 1984 - 288 psl.
...the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.' **** Dry clash'd his armour in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left...Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels. . . **** And from them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation,... | |
 | R. P. Hewett - 1985 - 322 psl.
...in which sound and rhythm enact the effect of climbing down a rocky path in armour to a smooth lake: Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren...of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the din of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake And the long glories of the winter moon.... | |
 | Theo d' Haen, Theo d'. Haen - 1986 - 304 psl.
...illustration a poetic commonplace; some familiar lines from Tennyson's Morte d' Arthur: 129 Dry clashed his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clanged round him. as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint... | |
 | Bill Moore - 1987 - 180 psl.
...as linger and loiter. For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon! ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON The long glories . . . long is the word. Why? The melancholy days have come,... | |
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The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon. 
