The Holy Grail and Other PoemsFields, Osgood & Company, 1870 - 202 páginas |
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... hard upon his knights , ) ' Taliessin is our fullest throat of song , And one hath sung and all the dumb will sing . Lancelot is Lancelot , and hath overborne Five knights at once , and every younger knight , Unproven , holds himself as ...
... hard upon his knights , ) ' Taliessin is our fullest throat of song , And one hath sung and all the dumb will sing . Lancelot is Lancelot , and hath overborne Five knights at once , and every younger knight , Unproven , holds himself as ...
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... hard at hand , And hence I go ; and one will crown me king Far in the spiritual city ; and come thou too , For thou shalt see the vision when I go . ' " While thus he spake , his eye , dwelling on mine , Drew me , with power upon me ...
... hard at hand , And hence I go ; and one will crown me king Far in the spiritual city ; and come thou too , For thou shalt see the vision when I go . ' " While thus he spake , his eye , dwelling on mine , Drew me , with power upon me ...
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... hard , to warm My cold heart with a friend : but O the pity To find thine own first love once more , to hold , Hold her a wealthy bride within thine arms , Or all but hold , and then - cast her aside , Foregoing all her sweetness , like ...
... hard , to warm My cold heart with a friend : but O the pity To find thine own first love once more , to hold , Hold her a wealthy bride within thine arms , Or all but hold , and then - cast her aside , Foregoing all her sweetness , like ...
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... Hard by the gates . Wide open were the gates , And no watch kept ; and in thro ' these he past , And heard but his own steps , and his own heart Beating , for nothing moved but his own self , And his own shadow . Then he crost the court ...
... Hard by the gates . Wide open were the gates , And no watch kept ; and in thro ' these he past , And heard but his own steps , and his own heart Beating , for nothing moved but his own self , And his own shadow . Then he crost the court ...
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... hard and soft , striking the sod From out the soft , the spark from off the hard , Rode till the star above the wakening sun , Beside that tower where Percivale was cowl'd , Glanced from the rosy forehead of the dawn . For so the words ...
... hard and soft , striking the sod From out the soft , the spark from off the hard , Rode till the star above the wakening sun , Beside that tower where Percivale was cowl'd , Glanced from the rosy forehead of the dawn . For so the words ...
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Términos y frases comunes
answer'd arms art thou ask'd beast beat beauty behold blood bold Sir Bedivere brake brother Caerleon call'd Camelot child circlet cloud cried crown'd damsels dark dead dearest dreams drew Dubric earth Ettarre eyes face fail'd feast 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 knew knighthood knights lady Lancelot land Leodogran light Lionel look'd Lord LUCRETIUS luvv Lyonesse maiden Merlin merry maidens Modred moon munny noble 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 thou art thou hast thought thro thyself turn'd Uther Vext vision voice wail walls wind
Pasajes populares
Página 144 - 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.
Página 143 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Página 141 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right 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 165 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Página 143 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, "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 130 - 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...
Página 135 - 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 138 - The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon, And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night, with noises of the northern sea. So...
Página 145 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of the dead world's winter dawn Amazed him, and he groan'd, "The King is gone.
Página 142 - 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,