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... thine arm hath wrought for me to - day . ' ' Sir and my liege , ' he cried , ' the fire of God Descends upon thee in the battle - field : I know thee for my King ! ' Whereat the two , For each had warded either in the fight , Sware on ...
... thine arm hath wrought for me to - day . ' ' Sir and my liege , ' he cried , ' the fire of God Descends upon thee in the battle - field : I know thee for my King ! ' Whereat the two , For each had warded either in the fight , Sware on ...
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... ? From the great deep to the great deep he goes . " ' So Merlin riddling anger'd me ; but thou Fear not to give this King thine only child , 390 400 410 Guinevere so great bards of him will sing Hereafter ; 14 IDYLLS OF THE KING.
... ? From the great deep to the great deep he goes . " ' So Merlin riddling anger'd me ; but thou Fear not to give this King thine only child , 390 400 410 Guinevere so great bards of him will sing Hereafter ; 14 IDYLLS OF THE KING.
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... Thine easeful biding here , and risk thine all , Life , limbs , for one that is not proven King ? Stay , till the cloud that settles round his birth Hath lifted but a little . Stay , sweet son . ' And Gareth answer'd quickly , ' Not an ...
... Thine easeful biding here , and risk thine all , Life , limbs , for one that is not proven King ? Stay , till the cloud that settles round his birth Hath lifted but a little . Stay , sweet son . ' And Gareth answer'd quickly , ' Not an ...
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... thine obedience and thy love to me , Thy mother , I demand . ' - And Gareth cried , ' A hard one , or a hundred , SO I go . Nay - quick ! the proof to prove me to the quick ! ' But slowly spake the mother looking at him , ' Prince ...
... thine obedience and thy love to me , Thy mother , I demand . ' - And Gareth cried , ' A hard one , or a hundred , SO I go . Nay - quick ! the proof to prove me to the quick ! ' But slowly spake the mother looking at him , ' Prince ...
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... thine own beard That 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 ...
... thine own beard That 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 ...
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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?