 | Curtis Hidden Page - English poetry - 1910 - 968 pages
...That pure severity of perfect light — I yearn'd for warmth and color which I found In Lancelot — dia ! Thou serenest Air, Thro' which the Sun walks burning without beams ! Liincelot, nor another. Is there none Will tell the King I love him tho' so late? Now — ere he goes... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - British literature - 1913 - 1092 pages
...That pure severity of perfect light — I ycarn'd for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot — now I see thee what thou art, Thou art the highest and most human too, Not Lancelot nor another. Is there none Will tell the King I love him tho' so late? Now — ere he goes to the great Battle ?... | |
 | Robert McLean Cumnock - Elocution - 1913 - 640 pages
...air That pure severity of perfect light — I wanted warmth and color which I found In Lancelot — now I see thee what thou art; Thou art the highest and most human, too, Not Lancelot, nor another. Is there none Will tell the King I love him tho' so late? Now — ere he goes to the great battle?... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 956 pages
...That pure severity of perfect light — I yearn'd for warmth and color which I found In Lancelot — Is there none Will tell the King I love him tho' so late ? Now — ere he goes to the great battle... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 952 pages
...That pure severity of perfect light — I yearn'd for warmth and color which I found In Lancelot — st * hnman too, Not Lancelot, nor another. Is there none Will tell the King I love him tho' so late ? Now... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke - Christian fiction - 1921 - 460 pages
...lord, Who wast, as is the conscience of a saint Among his warring senses, to thy knights — . . . Now I see thee what thou art, Thou art the highest and most human too, Not Lancelot, nor another. Is there none Witt tell the King I love him tho' so late ? Now — ere he goes to that great Battle... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke - LITERARY CRITICISM - 1920 - 344 pages
...lord, Who wast, as is the conscience of a saint Among his warring senses, to thy knights — . . . Now I see thee what thou art, Thou art the highest and most human too, Not Lancelot, nor another. Is there none Will tell the King I love him tho' so late ? Now — ere he goes to that great Battle... | |
 | George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster - English poetry - 1923 - 864 pages
...That pure severity of perfect light — I yearned for warmth and color, which I found In Lancelot — now I see thee what thou art, Thou art the highest and most human too, Not Lancelot, nor another. Is there none 645 Will tell the King I love him though so late? Now — ere he goes to the great battle?... | |
 | Clarence Edward Andrews, Milton Oswin Percival - English poetry - 1924 - 624 pages
...That pure severity of perfect light — I yearn'd for warmth and color which I found In Lancelot— now I see thee what thou art, Thou art the highest and most human too, Not Lancelot, nor another. Is there none Will tell the King I love him tho' so late? Now — ere he goes to the great battle?... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - English poetry - 1910 - 966 pages
...That pure severity of perfect light — I yearn'd for warmth and color which I found In Lancelot — + ~ Is there none Will tell the King I love him tho* so late? Now — ere he goes to the groat battle?... | |
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