The holy grail, and other poems |
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... upon 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 , Wherein the beast was ever more and more , But B 2.
... upon 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 , Wherein the beast was ever more and more , But B 2.
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... heathen horde , Reddening the sun with smoke and earth with blood , And on the spike that split the mother's heart Spitting the child , brake on him , till , amazed , He knew not whither he should turn for aid . But for he heard of ...
... heathen horde , Reddening the sun with smoke and earth with blood , And on the spike that split the mother's heart Spitting the child , brake on him , till , amazed , He knew not whither he should turn for aid . But for he heard of ...
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... light of her eyes into his life Smite on the sudden , yet rode on , and pitch'd His tents beside the forest . And he drave The heathen , and he slew the beast , and fell'd The forest , and let in the sun , and THE COMING OF ARTHUR .
... light of her eyes into his life Smite on the sudden , yet rode on , and pitch'd His tents beside the forest . And he drave The heathen , and he slew the beast , and fell'd The forest , and let in the sun , and THE COMING OF ARTHUR .
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... Lady of the Lake , Who knows a subtler magic than his own— Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful . She gave the king his huge cross - hilted sword , с Whereby to drive the heathen out : a mist Of THE COMING OF ARTHUR . 17.
... Lady of the Lake , Who knows a subtler magic than his own— Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful . She gave the king his huge cross - hilted sword , с Whereby to drive the heathen out : a mist Of THE COMING OF ARTHUR . 17.
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) Whereby to drive the heathen out : a mist Of incense curl'd about her , and her face Wellnigh was hidden in the minster gloom ; But there was heard among the holy hymns A voice as of the waters , for she ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) Whereby to drive the heathen out : a mist Of incense curl'd about her , and her face Wellnigh was hidden in the minster gloom ; But there was heard among the holy hymns A voice as of the waters , for she ...
Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON 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 Excalibur eyes face fail'd 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 knights lady Lancelot land Leodogran light Lionel look'd Lord LUCRETIUS LUDGATE HILL 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 136 - 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.
Página 143 - 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 t For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 190 - He be not that which He seems ? Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams ? Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb, Are they not sign and symbol of thy division from Him? Dark is the world to thee : thyself art the reason why; For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel "I am I"?
Página 132 - To whom replied King Arthur, faint and pale: "Thou hast...
Página 140 - 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,
Página 144 - 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 144 - ... 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 138 - My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die." So saying, from the pavement he half rose, Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm, And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully regarded thro...
Página 134 - 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?
Página 137 - Now see I by thine eyes that this is done. Speak out: what is it thou hast heard, or seen?