 A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the Holy Grail; With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And starlike...  Two Years Ago - Page 84by Charles Kingsley - 1857 - 540 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. T. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. Y. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn,... | |
 | 1876 - 818 pages
...in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God 1 My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : ' O just and faithful knight... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal barg, As down dark tides the glory slides, And, star-like, mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas mom,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1846 - 254 pages
...in stoics of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The tempest crackles on the leads, And,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...in stoies of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars. As down dark tides the glory slides, And, star-like, mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas mom,... | |
 | English literature - 1856 - 416 pages
...in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of Qod ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne, Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 pages
...in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The... | |
 | Universities and colleges - 1857 - 818 pages
...stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah ! blessed vision ! blood of God ! Thy spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides, the glory slides, And, star-like, mingles with the star*. ***** Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover.clear ; O just and faithful... | |
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