Idylls of the kingHoughton, Mifflin, 1893 |
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answer'd arms Arthur ask'd Astolat behold brake Caerleon call'd Camelot child court cried crying Dagonet damsel dark dead death diamond dream Dubric Earl Enid ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair Fair lord fear fell flash'd flower follow'd fool Galahad Gawain Geraint glory goodly Grail Guinevere hand hate hath heard heart heathen heaven Holy Holy Grail horse Isolt jousts King King Arthur kitchen-knave knave knew knight lady lance Lavaine Limours live look'd lord maid maiden Merlin Modred never noble o'er once past Pelleas Percivale Prince Queen quest realm return'd ride rode rose seem'd seneschal shame shield Sir Bedivere Sir Kay Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas slay smile spake speak star stood sware sweet sword Table Round thee thine thou art thou hast thought thro tower Tristram turn'd vext Vivien voice vows watch'd wild
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Seite 264 - 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.
Seite 259 - 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 jewelry.
Seite 264 - I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure! but thou, 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. For what are men better than sheep or goats...
Seite 262 - Larger than human on the frozen hills. He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry...
Seite 261 - 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.
Seite 133 - ELAINE the fair, Elaine the lovable, Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat, High in her chamber up a tower to the east Guarded the sacred shield of Lancelot...
Seite 12 - Then the King in low deep tones, And simple words of great authority, Bound them by so strait vows to his own self, That when they rose, knighted from kneeling, some Were pale as at the passing of a ghost, Some flush'd, and others dazed, as one who wakes Half-blinded at the coming of a light. 1 But when he spake and cheer'd his Table Round With large, divine, and comfortable words, Beyond my tongue to tell thee — I beheld ( From eye to eye thro...
Seite 247 - She like a new disease, unknown to men, Creeps, no precaution used, among the crowd, Makes wicked lightnings of her eyes, and saps The fealty of our friends, and stirs the pulse With devil's leaps, and poisons half the young. Worst of the worst were that man he that reigns! Better the King's waste hearth and aching heart Than thou reseated in thy place of light, The mockery of my people and their bane!
Seite 136 - There gleam'da vague suspicion in his eyes : Some meddling rogue has tamper'd with him — else Rapt in this fancy of his Table Round, And swearing men to vows impossible, To make them like himself : but, friend, to me He is all fault who hath no fault at all : For who loves me must have a touch of earth ; The low sun makes the color : I am yours, Not Arthur's, as ye know, save by the bond.
Seite 248 - ... our fair father Christ, Hereafter in that world where all are pure We two may meet before high God, and thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband — not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I hence. Thro...