So saying, from the ruin'd shrine he stept 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... Poems - Página 6 de Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 231 páginas Visualização completa -
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