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" My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So saying, from the pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro... "
Poems - Page 212
by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...breathing hard : " My end draws nigh; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pages
...hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. • Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found qot words, Then took with care, and kneeling on...
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Notes and Queries, Volume 58

1878 - 676 pages
...Arthur... " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My wound 1мЛ taken cold, and I shall die." Him Sir Bedivere... then took with care... O'er both his shoulders......
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 404 pages
...breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Eemorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 pages
...breathing hard: " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 pages
...breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin; yet I fear My wound...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not word?, Then took with care, and kneeling on...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 pages
...breathing hard: "My end draws nigh; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...from the pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, rcclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully...
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 29

Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1864 - 852 pages
...breathing hard : •'My end draws nigh ; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bcdivere Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not word?, Then...
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Poems of Alfred Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 pages
...breathing hard : " My end draws nigh ; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin ; yet I fear My...a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro" his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on...
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