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" Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the... "
Literature: A Fifth Reader - Page 257
by Edward Everett Hale (Jr.), Adaline Wheelock Sterling - 1901 - 512 pages
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash 'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang 'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pages
...He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and...level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon. Tlien saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 pages
...He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang 'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 pages
...He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clashed his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clanged round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 286 pages
...He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clashed his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clanged round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint...
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The National Review, Volume 1

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1855 - 520 pages
...He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry cla-=h'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and...level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon." The two last lines place you on the very spot: you see it almost with your bodily eyes. And marvellous...
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The modern reader and speaker

David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 pages
...He heard the deep behind him, and a cry before. His »wn thought drove him like a goad. Dry clashed his harness in the icy caves and barren chasms, and...heels — and on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, and tho long glories of the winter moon. Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, dark as a funeral...
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Cambridge Essays, Volume 1

1856 - 416 pages
...He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and...that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels ; do we not seem to burst from the narrow steep path down the ravine, whose tall precipitous sides...
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Cambridge Essays, 1855-58

1855 - 338 pages
...He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and...that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels ; do we not seem to burst from the narrow steep path down the ravine, whose tall precipitous sides...
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Essays

George Brimley - 1858 - 376 pages
...He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash' d his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang' d round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the...
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