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... hast half prevail'd against me , " said so Tho ' Modred biting his thin lips was mute , For he is alway sullen : what care I ? ' - -he- And Gareth went , and hovering round her chair Ask'd , ' Mother , tho ' ye count me still the child ...
... hast half prevail'd against me , " said so Tho ' Modred biting his thin lips was mute , For he is alway sullen : what care I ? ' - -he- And Gareth went , and hovering round her chair Ask'd , ' Mother , tho ' ye count me still the child ...
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... Hast thou no pity upon my loneliness ? Lo , where thy father Lot beside the hearth Lies like a log , and all but smoulder'd out ! For ever since when traitor to the King He fought against him in the Barons ' war , And Arthur gave him ...
... Hast thou no pity upon my loneliness ? Lo , where thy father Lot beside the hearth Lies like a log , and all but smoulder'd out ! For ever since when traitor to the King He fought against him in the Barons ' war , And Arthur gave him ...
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... hast told it me . For truly , as thou sayest , a Fairy King And Fairy Queens have built the city , son ; They came from out a sacred mountain - cleft Toward the sunrise , each with harp in hand , And built it to the music of their harps ...
... hast told it me . For truly , as thou sayest , a Fairy King And Fairy Queens have built the city , son ; They came from out a sacred mountain - cleft Toward the sunrise , each with harp in hand , And built it to the music of their harps ...
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... hast left the son . So tho ' I scarce can ask it thee for hate , Grant me some knight to do the battle for me , Kill the foul thief , and wreak me for my son . ' Then strode a good knight forward , crying to him , ' A boon , Sir King ...
... hast left the son . So tho ' I scarce can ask it thee for hate , Grant me some knight to do the battle for me , Kill the foul thief , and wreak me for my son . ' Then strode a good knight forward , crying to him , ' A boon , Sir King ...
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... hast driven the foe without , See to the foe within ! bridge , ford , beset By bandits , every one that owns a tower The Lord for half a league . Why sit ye there ? Rest would I not , Sir King , an I were king , Till ev'n the lonest ...
... hast driven the foe without , See to the foe within ! bridge , ford , beset By bandits , every one that owns a tower The Lord for half a league . Why sit ye there ? Rest would I not , Sir King , an I were king , Till ev'n the lonest ...
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arms Arthur's hall ask'd Astolat battle bold Sir Bedivere brake brand brother Caerleon cæsura call'd Camelot child Coming of Arthur court cried damsel dead death diamond Dubric E. K. CHAMBERS Enid Excalibur eyes face fair Fair lord father flash'd flowers fought Gareth and Lynette Gawain Geraint glory Gorloïs hand hath heard heart heathen helm horse Idylls joust King Arthur kitchen-knave knave knight lance Lancelot and Elaine Lavaine Leodogran lily maid lines live lord Lyonnesse maiden Malory Mark of Cornwall Merlin Modred mother noble o'er Passing of Arthur Poems Prince quest realm rode rose Round Table saying seem'd seneschal shame shield Sir Bedivere Sir Gareth Sir Kay Sir King Sir Lancelot spake star stood story sweet sword Table Round Tennyson thee thine thou art thou hast thro turn'd Uther vext voice wherefore wild word wound
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Page 130 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Page 130 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 124 - What harm, undone? Deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself?
Page 122 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full.
Page 123 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud...
Page 129 - The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world, And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Page 127 - Sir King, I closed mine eyelids, lest the gems Should blind my purpose, for I never saw, Nor shall see, here or elsewhere, till I die, Not tho' I live three lives of mortal men, So great a miracle as yonder hilt.
Page 126 - That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art. For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Page 122 - ... this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep — the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds, Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made, — 190 Tho' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more ; but, let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn.
Page 129 - Shot thro' the lists at Camelot, and charged Before the eyes of ladies and of kings. Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, 'Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go?