The Holy Grail and Other PoemsJ.E. Tilton, 1870 - 151 páginas |
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... Sir Bors , our Lancelot's cousin , sware , And Lancelot sware , and many among the knights , And Gawain sware , and louder than the rest . " Then spake the monk Ambrosius , asking him , ' What said the king ? Did Arthur take the vow ...
... Sir Bors , our Lancelot's cousin , sware , And Lancelot sware , and many among the knights , And Gawain sware , and louder than the rest . " Then spake the monk Ambrosius , asking him , ' What said the king ? Did Arthur take the vow ...
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... Sir Bors All in the middle of the rising moon : And toward him spurr'd and hail'd him , and he me , 3 And each made joy of either ; then he ask'd THE HOLY GRAIL . 33.
... Sir Bors All in the middle of the rising moon : And toward him spurr'd and hail'd him , and he me , 3 And each made joy of either ; then he ask'd THE HOLY GRAIL . 33.
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... Sir Bors had ridden on Softly and sorrowing for our Lancelot . Because his former madness , once the talk And scandal of our table , had return'd ; For Lancelot's kith and kin adore him so That ill to him is ill to them ; to Bors Beyond ...
... Sir Bors had ridden on Softly and sorrowing for our Lancelot . Because his former madness , once the talk And scandal of our table , had return'd ; For Lancelot's kith and kin adore him so That ill to him is ill to them ; to Bors Beyond ...
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... Sir Bors , beyond all hopes of mine , Who scarce had pray'd or ask'd it for myself , Across the seven clear stars , O grace to me ! In color like the fingers of a hand Before a burning taper , the sweet Grail Glided and past , and close ...
... Sir Bors , beyond all hopes of mine , Who scarce had pray'd or ask'd it for myself , Across the seven clear stars , O grace to me ! In color like the fingers of a hand Before a burning taper , the sweet Grail Glided and past , and close ...
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... Sir Bors , on entering , push'd Athwart the throng to Lancelot , caught his hand , 36 THE HOLY GRAIL .
... Sir Bors , on entering , push'd Athwart the throng to Lancelot , caught his hand , 36 THE HOLY GRAIL .
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answer'd arms art thou ask'd beast beauty behold bold Sir Bedivere brake brother Caerleon call'd Camelot circlet cried crown'd damsels dark dead dearest dreams Dubric earth eerd Ettarre Excalibur eyes face fail'd feast fell fire flash'd follow'd Galahad Gawain glanced glory Gods golden Gorloïs Guinevere hall hand hath heard heart heathen heaven Holy Grail horse jousts Julian King Arthur King Uther knaws knew knights lady Lancelot land Leodogran light Lionel look'd Lord luvv Lyonesse madness maiden Merlin merry maidens Modred moon munny niver noble nowt o'er once pass Percivale phantom proputty Queen quest return'd rode rose seem'd seen Sir Bors Sir Pelleas slay spake stars stood strange sware sweet sword Table Round thee thine Thornaby thou art thou hast thought thro turn'd Uther vext vision voice wail walls yaäle
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Página 67 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars...
Página 61 - Confusion, till I know not what I am, Nor whence I am, nor whether I be King. Behold, I seem but King among the dead." Then spake the bold Sir Bedivere: " My King, King everywhere! and so the dead have kings, There also will I worship thee as King. Yet still thy life is whole, and still I live 150 Who love thee; but who hates thee, he that brought The heathen back among us, yonder stands, Modred, unharm'd, the traitor of thine house.
Página 68 - 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?
Página 68 - 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. 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.
Página 15 - Rain, rain, and sun ! a rainbow in the sky ! A young man will be wiser by and by ; An old man's wit may wander ere he die. ' " Rain, rain, and sun ! a rainbow on the lea ! And truth is this to me, and that to thee ; And truth or clothed or naked let it be. '"Rain, sun, and rain ! and the free blossom blows : Sun, rain, and sun ! and where is he who knows ? From the great deep to the great deep he goes.
Página 5 - LEODOGRAN, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child ; And she was fairest of all flesh on earth, Guinevere, and in her his one delight.
Página 61 - Rose, and the pale King glanced across the field Of battle: but no man was moving there; Nor any cry of Christian heard thereon, Nor yet of heathen; only the wan wave Brake in among dead faces, to and fro Swaying the helpless hands, and up and down Tumbling the hollow helmets of the fallen, And shivered brands that once had fought with Rome, And rolling far along the gloomy shores The voice of days of old and days to be.
Página 29 - Cover'd, but moving with me night and day, Fainter by day, but always in the night Blood-red, and sliding down the blacken'd marsh Blood-red, and on the naked mountain top Blood-red, and in the sleeping mere below Blood-red. And in the strength of this I rode, Shattering all evil customs everywhere, And past thro...
Página 64 - To whom replied King Arthur, faint and pale: "Thou hast betray'd thy nature and thy name, Not rendering true answer, as beseem'd Thy fealty, nor like a noble knight: For surer sign had follow'd, either hand, Or voice, or else a motion of the mere. This is a shameful thing for men to lie. Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again, As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.
Página 64 - I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.