The Holy Grail: And Other PoemsStrahan, 1870 - 222 páginas |
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... other , wasted all the land ; And still from time to time the heathen host Swarm'd overseas , and harried what was left . And so there grew groat tracts of wilderness , Whorein the beast was over more and more , But B 2.
... other , wasted all the land ; And still from time to time the heathen host Swarm'd overseas , and harried what was left . And so there grew groat tracts of wilderness , Whorein the beast was over more and more , But B 2.
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... land of Cameliard was waste , Thick with wet woods , and many a beast therein , And nono or few to scare or chase the beast ; So that wild dog , and wolf and boar and bear Came night and day , and rooted in the fields , And wallow'd in ...
... land of Cameliard was waste , Thick with wet woods , and many a beast therein , And nono or few to scare or chase the beast ; So that wild dog , and wolf and boar and bear Came night and day , and rooted in the fields , And wallow'd in ...
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... land of beasts Up to my throne , and side by side with me ? What happiness to reign a lonely king , Vext - 0 yo stars that shudder over me , O earth that soundest hollow under me , Vext with waste dreams ? for saving I be join'd To her ...
... land of beasts Up to my throne , and side by side with me ? What happiness to reign a lonely king , Vext - 0 yo stars that shudder over me , O earth that soundest hollow under me , Vext with waste dreams ? for saving I be join'd To her ...
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... land of beasts Up to my throne , and side by side with me ? What happiness to reign a lonely king , Voxt - 0 yo stars that shudder over me , O earth that soundest hollow under me , Vext with waste dreams ? for saving I be join'd To her ...
... land of beasts Up to my throne , and side by side with me ? What happiness to reign a lonely king , Voxt - 0 yo stars that shudder over me , O earth that soundest hollow under me , Vext with waste dreams ? for saving I be join'd To her ...
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... other , wasted all the land ; And still from time to time the heathen host Swarm'd overseas , and harried what was left . And so there grew great tracts of wilderness , Whorein the beast was over more and more , But B 2.
... other , wasted all the land ; And still from time to time the heathen host Swarm'd overseas , and harried what was left . And so there grew great tracts of wilderness , Whorein the beast was over more and more , But B 2.
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer'd arms ask'd beast beat beauty behold bold Sir Bedivere brother Caerleon call'd Camelot child circlet cried crown'd dark dead dearest death dreams Dubric earth ETTARRE Excalibur eyes face fail'd Fell into dust fire flash'd follow'd Galahad Gawain Glanced gloom glory Gods golden Gorloïs Guinevere hall hand hath heard heart heathen heaven Holy Grail horse Julian King Arthur knew knights lady Lancelot land Leodogran light Lionel look'd Lord LUDGATE HILL luvv Merlin merry maidens Modred moon mother munny nowt o'er once PANTHEISM pass Pelleas Percivale phantom proputty Queen Quest return'd rode rose seem'd shatter'd Sir Bors Sir Pelleas sleep softly spake stars stood strange sware sweet sword Table Round thee thine thou hast thought thro trapt Uther vault vext vision voice vows wail wandering wandering fires wept wheer
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Página 109 - 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 108 - Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Página 109 - I am going a long way With these thou seest — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Página 105 - 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 level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Página 148 - The wages of sin is death : if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just, To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky: Give her the wages of going on, and not to die.
Página 99 - Then went Sir Bedivere the second time Across the ridge, and paced beside the mere, Counting the dewy pebbles, fix'd in thought; But when he saw the wonder of the hilt, How curiously and strangely chased, he smote His palms together, and he cried aloud : ' And if indeed I cast the brand away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note, Should thus be lost for ever from the earth, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men.
Página 104 - And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard: "My end draws nigh; 'tis time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight, And bear me to the margin; yet I fear My wound hath taken cold; and I shall die.
Página 95 - Arthur So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, man by man, Had fall'n in Lyonnesse about their Lord, King Arthur: then, because his wound was deep, The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him, Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights, 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.
Página 97 - 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, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Página 106 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge,