Idylls of the KingEdward Moxon, 1859 - 261 oldal |
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113. oldal
... Sir Lancelot sing it once , And it shall answer for me . Listen to it . " In Love , if Love be Love , if Love be ours , Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all . " It is the little rift ...
... Sir Lancelot sing it once , And it shall answer for me . Listen to it . " In Love , if Love be Love , if Love be ours , Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all . " It is the little rift ...
133. oldal
... the holy king , whose hymns Are chanted in the minster , worse than all . But is your spleen froth'd out , or have ye more ? ' And Vivien answer'd frowning yet in wrath ; ' O ay ; what say ye to Sir Lancelot VIVIEN . 133.
... the holy king , whose hymns Are chanted in the minster , worse than all . But is your spleen froth'd out , or have ye more ? ' And Vivien answer'd frowning yet in wrath ; ' O ay ; what say ye to Sir Lancelot VIVIEN . 133.
134. oldal
... Sir Lancelot went ambassador , at first , To fetch her , and she took him for the King ; So fixt her fancy on him : let him be . But have you no one word of loyal praise For Arthur , blameless King and stainless man ? ' She answer'd ...
... Sir Lancelot went ambassador , at first , To fetch her , and she took him for the King ; So fixt her fancy on him : let him be . But have you no one word of loyal praise For Arthur , blameless King and stainless man ? ' She answer'd ...
152. oldal
... Sir King , mine ancient wound is hardly whole , And lets me from the saddle ; ' and the King Glanced first at him , then her , and went his way . No sooner gone than suddenly she began . ' To blame , my lord Sir Lancelot , much to blame ...
... Sir King , mine ancient wound is hardly whole , And lets me from the saddle ; ' and the King Glanced first at him , then her , and went his way . No sooner gone than suddenly she began . ' To blame , my lord Sir Lancelot , much to blame ...
155. oldal
... Sir Lancelot suddenly to horse , Wroth at himself : not willing to be known , He left the barren - beaten thoroughfare , Chose the green path that show'd the rarer foot , And there among the solitary downs , Full often lost in fancy ...
... Sir Lancelot suddenly to horse , Wroth at himself : not willing to be known , He left the barren - beaten thoroughfare , Chose the green path that show'd the rarer foot , And there among the solitary downs , Full often lost in fancy ...
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251. 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...
255. oldal - Yet think not that I come to urge thy crimes, I did not come to curse thee, Guinevere, I, whose vast pity almost makes me die To see thee, laying there thy golden head, My pride in happier summers, at my feet.
8. oldal - And bared the knotted column of his throat, The massive square of his heroic breast, And arms on which the standing muscle sloped, As slopes a wild brook o'er a little stone. Running too vehemently to break upon it.
209. oldal - Farewell, sweet sister,' parted all in tears. Then rose the dumb old servitor, and the dead, Oar'd by the dumb, went upward with the flood — In her right hand the lily, in her left The letter — all her bright hair streaming down — And all the coverlid was cloth of gold Drawn to her waist, and she herself in white All but her face, and that clear-featured face Was lovely, for she did not seem as dead, But fast asleep, and lay as Iho
256. oldal - ... that I love thee still. Perchance, and so thou purify thy soul, And so thou lean on 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...
20. oldal - And here had fall'na great part of a tower, Whole, like a crag that tumbles from the cliff, And like a crag was gay with wilding flowers : And high above a piece of turret stair, Worn by the feet that now were silent, wound Bare to the sun, and monstrous ivy-stems Claspt the gray walls with hairy-fibred arms, And suck'd the joining of the stones, and look'd A knot, beneath, of snakes, aloft, a grove. And while he waited in the castle court, The voice of Enid, Yniol's daughter, rang Clear thro' the...
223. oldal - To make men worse by making my sin known? Or sin seem less, the sinner seeming great? Alas for Arthur's greatest knight, a man Not after Arthur's heart! I needs must break These bonds that so defame me: not without She wills it: would I, if she will'd it?
107. oldal - I have follow'd thro' the world, And I will pay you worship ; tread me down And I will kiss you for it ; ' he was mute : So dark a forethought roll'd about his brain, As on a dull day in an Ocean cave The blind wave feeling round his long sea-hall In silence...
21. oldal - Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud ; Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. ' Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown ; With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. ' Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands ; Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands ; For man is man and master of his fate.
244. oldal - Sir Lancelot, as became a noble knight, Was gracious to all ladies, and the same In open battle or the tilting-field Forbore his own advantage, and the King In open battle or the tilting-field Forbore his own advantage, and these two Were the most nobly-mannered men of all; For manners are not idle, but the fruit Of loyal nature, and of noble mind.