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... look upon him with favor ; for his perfect gentleness and courage had at last touched her heart . Meanwhile Lancelot had followed to keep a guard on the young knight , and when he saw Gareth bearing a shield with a gleaming star , the ...
... look upon him with favor ; for his perfect gentleness and courage had at last touched her heart . Meanwhile Lancelot had followed to keep a guard on the young knight , and when he saw Gareth bearing a shield with a gleaming star , the ...
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... look at the King , as he bade her farewell . She became a nun , and dwelt at Almesbury until she died " and past to where beyond these voices there is peace . " Lancelot went into his own land of Brit- tany , where he repented , and at ...
... look at the King , as he bade her farewell . She became a nun , and dwelt at Almesbury until she died " and past to where beyond these voices there is peace . " Lancelot went into his own land of Brit- tany , where he repented , and at ...
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... look at him , And find nor face nor bearing , limbs nor voice , Are like to those of Uther whom we knew . This is the son of Gorloïs , not the King ; This is the son of Anton , not the King . ' And Arthur , passing thence to battle ...
... look at him , And find nor face nor bearing , limbs nor voice , Are like to those of Uther whom we knew . This is the son of Gorloïs , not the King ; This is the son of Anton , not the King . ' And Arthur , passing thence to battle ...
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... looks as white as utter truth , and seems Wellnigh as long as thou art statured tall ! Why mockest thou the stranger that hath been To thee fair - spoken ? ' But the Seer replied . ' Know ye not then the Riddling of the Bards ...
... looks as white as utter truth , and seems Wellnigh as long as thou art statured tall ! Why mockest thou the stranger that hath been To thee fair - spoken ? ' But the Seer replied . ' Know ye not then the Riddling of the Bards ...
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... of the King Throned , and delivering doom - and look'd no more But felt his young heart hammering in his ears , And thought , For this half - shadow of a lie - 290 300 310 The truthful King will doom me when I speak . GARETH AND LYNETTE 29.
... of the King Throned , and delivering doom - and look'd no more But felt his young heart hammering in his ears , And thought , For this half - shadow of a lie - 290 300 310 The truthful King will doom me when I speak . GARETH AND LYNETTE 29.
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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?