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THE KRAKEN .

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Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep

The Kraken sleepeth.
THE BALLAD OF ORIANA

In the yew-wood black as night,
Ere I rode into the fight,

I to thee my troth did plight.
THE LADY OF SHALOTT .

She left the web, she left the loom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,

She look'd down to Camelot.
A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN

I saw, wherever light illumineth,
Beauty and anguish, walking hand in hand,

The downward slope to death.
DORA . .

And Dora took the child, and went her way
Across the wheat, and sat upon a mound ;

That was unsown, where many poppies grew.
THE TALKING OAK .

Old Summers, when the monk was fat,

And, issuing shorn and sleek,
Would twist his girdle tight, and pat

The girls upon the cheek.'
SIR GALAHAD

Then by some secret shrine I ride. THE LORD OF BURLEIGH .

Proudly turns he round and kindly

· All of this is mine and thine.' THE VISION OF SIN

And from the palace came a child of sin,

And took him by the curls, and led him in.
THE BROOK

I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,

But I go on for ever.
AYLMER'S FIELD

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He groped as blind, and seem'd
Always about to fall, grasping the pews
And oaken finials till he touch'd the door.

THE GOLDEN SUPPER

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Then taking his dear lady by one hand,
And bearing on one arm the noble babe,

He slowly brought them both to Lionel.
THE PRINCESS ..

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There at a board by tome and paper sat,
With two tame leopards couch'd beside her throne,

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The Princess.
THE PRINCESS .

But when she saw me lying stark,
Dishelm'd and mute, and motionlessly pale,

Cold ev'n to her, she sigh'd.
THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON

The path of duty was the way to glory.
BOÄDICÉA

So the Queen Boädicéa, standing loftily charioted,
Brandishing in her hand a dart and rolling glances lioness-like,

Yell'd and shrieked between her daughters in her fierce volubility.
MAUD

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There is but one
With whom she has the heart to be gay.
When will the dancers leave her alone ?

She is weary of dance and play.
GARETH AND LYNETTE

"Sir Scullion, canst thou use that spit of thine ?

Fight, an thou canst : I have miss'd the only way.'
GERAINT AND ENID.

And down a rocky pathway from the place
There came a fair-hair'd youth, that in his hand

Bare victual for the mowers.
LANCELOT AND ELAINE

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He look'd, and more amazed
Than if seven men had set upon him, saw

The maiden standing in the dewy light.
PELLEAS AND ETTARRE

Damsels in divers colours like the cloud
Of sunset and sunrise, and all of them

On horses.
QUEEN MARY

Hark, there is battle at the palace gates,

And I will out upon the gallery.
QUEEN MARY

Lady. What hath your Highness written?
Elizabeth. A true rhyme.

Lady. Cut with a diamond ; so to last like truth.
HAROLD.

The dead men made at thee to murder thee,
But thou didst back thyself againt a pillar,
And strike among them with thy battle-axe-

There, what a dream!
HAROLD .

. Look out upon the battle-is he safe ?

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