...Tennyson sings of him and of THE SWORD K \< .u.im it. with which he wrought many valiant deeds. He tells how " In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up trom oat the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding tho sword ;" and...

...I should come again To rule once more — but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten through the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am...

...I should come again To rule once more — but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten through the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Eose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword...

...deeps of the past ; like the famous brand Excalibar, held out to its destined hero by " An arm, Rising from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful," this cycle of legend, rich iu historic as well as transcendent moral meanings, was brought through...

...I should come again To rule once more — but let what will he, he, I am so deeply smitten through the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am...

...I should come again To rule once more — but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten through the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride : for thou remembcrest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake,...

...said Sir Bedivere, " your command shall be done, and lightly wii' 1 Iring you ¡cord.'' Idyll. — " I cannot last till morn. Thou, therefore, take my brand Excalibur, Which was iny pride,... And flins him far into the middle mere; Watch what tliou scest, and lightly bring me...

...I should come again To rule once more — but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten through the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I rowed across And took it, and have worn it, like a king: And, wheresoever I am...

...Tho' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more — but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I...rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Eose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword...

...I should come again To rule once more — but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten through the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I rowed across And took it, and have worn it, like a king: And, wheresoever I am...