 The trail is through dolour and dread, over crags and morasses; There are shapes by the way, there are things that appal or entice us: What odds? We are Knights of the Grail, we are vowed to the riding.  Louise Imogen Guiney - Сторінка 50автори: Alice Brown - 1921 - 111 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1921 - 864 стор.
...galloping legion, With a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him. The trail is through dolor and dread, over crags and morasses; There are shapes...Knights of the Grail, we are vowed to the riding. . . . We spur to a land of no-name, outfacing the storm-wind; We leap to the infinite dark like sparks... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman, Ellen Mackay Hutchinson - 1890 - 708 стор.
...legion, With a stirrup-cup each to the one gracious woman that loves him. The road is through dolor and dread, over crags and morasses ; There are shapes...there are things that appal or entice us: What odds 2 We are knights, and our souls are but bent on the riding! / hear in my fteart, I hear in it» ominou»... | |
 | Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen, Goodridge Bliss Roberts - 1891 - 728 стор.
...galloping legion, With a stirrup-cup each to the one gracious woman that loves him. The road is thro' dolour and dread, over crags and morasses; There are...there are things that appal or entice us : What odds 1 We are Knights, and our souls are but bent on the riding ! I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous... | |
 | Eli Lemon Sheldon - 1895 - 336 стор.
...weather-worn galloping With a stirrup cup each to the one gracious woman that love* him. The road is thro' dolour and dread, over crags and morasses : There...that appal or entice us: What odds ? We are knights; and our souls are but bent on the riding. I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day,... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 966 стор.
...a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him. The trail is through dolor and dread, o?er er, With no company But my brother Worm, Who will...shall slumber sound, Deep down under ground. THE FLIGH and oar souls are but bent on the riding. / hear in my heart, I hear in it* ominan pulses. All day,... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1901 - 964 стор.
...galloping legion, With a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him. The trail is through dolor and dread, over crags and morasses; There are shapes...that appal or entice us: What odds ? We are knights, and o:ir souls are but bent on the riding. / hear in my heart, I hear in its ominoat pulses, All day,... | |
 | Harry Thurston Peck - 1901 - 426 стор.
...galloping legion, With stirrup-cup each to the one gracious woman that loves him. The road is through dolor and dread, over crags and morasses ; There are shapes by the way, there are things to entice us : What odds ? We are knights, and our souls are but bent on the riding. Thought's self... | |
 | Augustus White Long - 1905 - 374 стор.
...galloping legion, With a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him. The trail is through dolor and dread, over crags and morasses ; There are shapes...the way, there are things that appal or entice us: 20 What odds ? We are knights, and our souls are but bent on the riding. I hear in my heart, I hear... | |
 | Louise Imogen Guiney - 1909 - 208 стор.
...go men of our galloping legion,^ With a stirrup-cup each to the Iily_ofjwj3meji that loves him. r * trail is through dolour and dread, over crags and morasses;) There are shapes by the way, there are thin that appal or entice us : What odds?/We are Knights of the Grail, we are vowed to the riding.^... | |
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