 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...  Poems - Page 181by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 235 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Thomas Young Crowell - English poetry - 1885 - 702 pages
...o'er waste fens and windy fields. Л maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know' not tear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet...living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams; And, stricken by an angel's hand, 7'his mortal armor that I wear, This weight... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1885 - 526 pages
...I climb the height ; No branchy thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear ; 1 yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease,... | |
 | Julia McNair Wright - American fiction - 1886 - 340 pages
...white, and here is the poem I learned about it : '" A maiden knight to me is given Such hope I know no fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven, That often meet me here. I muse on joys that will not cease — Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace •'... | |
 | Albert Franklin Blaisdell - Readers, American - 1888 - 366 pages
...I climb the height ; No branchy thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. *° A maiden knight...often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, 65 Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams ;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1888 - 338 pages
...I climb the height ; No branchy thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight...breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. VOL. II. G I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 182 pages
...thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...by an angel's hand, This mortal armour that I wear, 70 This weight and size, this heart and eyes, Are touch'd, are turn'd to finest air. The clouda are... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 178 pages
...thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...by an angel's hand, This mortal armour that I wear, 70 This weight and size, this heart and eyes, The clouds are broken in the sky, And thro' the mountain-walls... | |
 | Blanche Wilder Bellamy - Readers - 1890 - 410 pages
...I climb the height ; No branchy thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight...airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on you that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors... | |
 | Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin - Readers - 1890 - 410 pages
...hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on you that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams ; And, stricken by an angel's hand, This mortal armor that I wear, This weight... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - Arthurian romances - 1891 - 56 pages
...I climb the height ; No branchy thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight...living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams ; And, stricken by an angel's hand, This mortal armor that I wear, This weight... | |
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