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" My father held his hand upon his face ; I, blinded with my tears, " Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes, Waiting to see me die. " The high masts flicker'd... "
The Cheltonian - Page 63
by Cheltenham College - 1868
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Fagots for the Fireside: One Hundred and Fifty Games and Amusements for ...

Lucretia Peabody Hale - 1895 - 352 lehte
...been moved by the quiet, measured cadence of Aspasia's voice, as she ended with the words, — " ' The high masts flickered as they lay afloat; The crowds,...death quivered at the victim's throat ; Touched; and 1 knew no more.' " Aspasia followed with the last words of Helen, in the same sad tone : — " ' I...
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Foundation Studies in Literature

Margaret Sullivan Mooney - 1895 - 350 lehte
...hand upon his face; I blinded with my tears, " Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded...wolfish eyes, Waiting to see me die. " The high masts flicker'd as they lay afloat; The crowds, the temples, waver'd, and the shore; The bright death quiver'd...
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Select Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1895 - 284 lehte
...hand upon his face ; I, blinded with my tears, ' Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded...wolfish eyes, Waiting to see me die. ' The high masts flicker'd as they lay afloat ; The crowds, the temples, waver'd, and the shore ; The bright death quiver'd...
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The Story of Troy

Michael Clarke - 1897 - 266 lehte
...hand upon his face; I, blinded with my tears, Still strove to speak: my voice was thick with sighs As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern, black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes, Waiting to see me die." But Iphigenia was not sacrificed after all. Her innocence excited the pity even of Diana, and at the...
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Flint: His Faults, His Friendships and His Fortunes

Maud Wilder Goodwin - 1897 - 386 lehte
...faces? Through his dim senses ran the lines long familiar, never till now fully realized : " The tall masts flickered as they lay afloat The crowds, the temples wavered, and the shore." What made everything wobble about like that ? Was he dying ? What had brought him here, anyhow ? Then,...
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The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1. köide

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1898 - 928 lehte
...his face; L, blinded with my tears, years: 'Stfll strove to speak: my voice was thick with sighs 10) As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes. Waiting to see me die. 1 The high masts flicker'd as they lay afloat; The crowds, the temples, waver'd, and the shore; The...
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The Poetic and Dramatic Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1898 - 916 lehte
...his face; I, blinded with my tears, ' Still strove to speak: my voice was thick with sighs 109 A a And wherefore bow ye not, says Lady Anne, 30 1 The high masts flicker'd as they lay afloat; The crowds, the temples, waver'd, and the shore; The...
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The Age of Fable; Or, Beauties of Mythology

Thomas Bulfinch - 1898 - 570 lehte
...blinded by my tears, 1 ' Still strove to speak ; my voice was thick with sighs, As in a dream. I)imly I could descry The stern black-bearded kings, with wolfish eyes, Waiting to see me die. " The tall masts quivered as they lay afloat, The temples and the people and the shore ; One drew a sharp...
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The Age of Fable, Or, Beauties of Mythology

Thomas Bulfinch - 1898 - 568 lehte
...hand upon his face ; I, blinded by my tears, " Still strove to speak ; my voice was thick with sighs, As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded kings, with wolfish eyes, Wailing to see me die. " The tall masts quivered as they lay afloat, The temples and the people and...
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Mvsa Clavda: Translations Into Latin Elegiac Verse

Sidney George Owen, John Swinnerton Phillimore - 1898 - 98 lehte
...hand before his face; I, bunded with my tears, 'still strove to speak: my voice was thick with sighs as in a dream. dimly I could descry the stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes, FOEMOSAE VENTANT CHORVS HEROINAE. Iamque citra vocis mihi visa adstare loquelam femina, ceu caelo marmora...
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