Gareth and Lynette, Lancelot and Elaine and The Passing of ArthurLongmans, Green and Company, 1906 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON arms Arthur Hallam Arthur's hall ask'd Astolat Avilion bold Sir Bedivere brake Brearley School brother Caerleon call'd Camelot Columbia University Coming of Arthur cried crying damsel dead death diamond Edited ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair Fair lord father flash'd flower Gareth and Lynette Gareth answer'd Gawain glory Guinevere hand hath heard heart heathen helm horse idyll Introduction and Notes joust King Arthur kitchen-knave knave knight lance LANCELOT AND ELAINE Lavaine Le Morte d'Arthur lily maid look'd maiden Malory Modred mother noble o'er Passing of Arthur Ph.D Poems poetry Prince Professor of English Professor of Rhetoric Queen quest Reading ride rose Round Table seem'd seneschal shame shield Sir Gareth Sir Kay Sir King Sir Lancelot smiled spake story sweet sword Table Round Tennyson thee thine thou art thou hast thro turn'd wherefore word wound
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108. oldal - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me?
109. oldal - 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.
108. oldal - 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. But now farewell. 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...
122. oldal - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zig-zag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake.
115. oldal - I made them lay their hands in mine and swear To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ...
108. oldal - But now farewell. 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.
102. oldal - 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...
101. oldal - ... this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep — the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds, Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made, — 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 cannot last till morn.
86. oldal - Most noble lord, Sir Lancelot of the Lake, I, sometime call'd the maid of Astolat, Come, for you left me taking no farewell, Hither, to take my last farewell of you. I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death. And therefore to our lady Guinevere, And to all other ladies, I make moan. Pray for my soul, and yield me burial. Pray for my soul thou too, Sir Lancelot, As thou art a knight peerless.
103. oldal - So might some old man speak in the aftertime To all the people, winning reverence. But now much honour and much fame were lost.