 And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels...  Poems - Page 6by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 235 pagesFull view - About this book
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...d'Arthur" of a lake under the wintry moon, he achieves a veritable miracle of realistic picture : — He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. He is great whenever he touches a river, greater still whenever he touches a brook. To him, indeed,... | |
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