Idyls of the KingTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 227 oldal |
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13. oldal
... fear that I am no true wife . ” Half inwardly , half audibly she spoke , And the strong passion in her made her weep True tears upon his broad and naked breast , And these awoke him , and by great mischance He heard but fragments of her ...
... fear that I am no true wife . ” Half inwardly , half audibly she spoke , And the strong passion in her made her weep True tears upon his broad and naked breast , And these awoke him , and by great mischance He heard but fragments of her ...
15. oldal
... fears about the dress , And all his journey to her , as himself Had told her , and their coming to the court . For Arthur on the Whitsuntide before Held court at old Caerleon upon Usk . There on a day , he sitting high in hall , Before ...
... fears about the dress , And all his journey to her , as himself Had told her , and their coming to the court . For Arthur on the Whitsuntide before Held court at old Caerleon upon Usk . There on a day , he sitting high in hall , Before ...
31. oldal
... fear and in the wonder of it ; So moving without answer to her rest She found no rest , and ever failed to draw The quiet night into her blood , but lay Contemplating her own unworthiness ; And when the pale and bloodless east began To ...
... fear and in the wonder of it ; So moving without answer to her rest She found no rest , and ever failed to draw The quiet night into her blood , but lay Contemplating her own unworthiness ; And when the pale and bloodless east began To ...
38. oldal
... fear , or seeking favor of us , Because we have our earldom back again . And yester - eve I would not tell you of it , But kept it for a sweet surprise at morn . Yea , truly is it not a sweet surprise ? For I myself unwillingly have ...
... fear , or seeking favor of us , Because we have our earldom back again . And yester - eve I would not tell you of it , But kept it for a sweet surprise at morn . Yea , truly is it not a sweet surprise ? For I myself unwillingly have ...
44. oldal
... fears about the dress , And all his journey toward her , as himself Had told her , and their coming to the court . And now this morning when he said to her , " Put on your worst and meanest dress , " she found And took it , and arrayed ...
... fears about the dress , And all his journey toward her , as himself Had told her , and their coming to the court . And now this morning when he said to her , " Put on your worst and meanest dress , " she found And took it , and arrayed ...
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arms Arthur blood boon brake break Caerleon caitiff Camelot charger charm child court cried crying damsel dead dear death diamond drave dream Dubric Earl Doorm Edyrn Elaine Enid ev'n evermore eyes face fair Fair lord fame Farewell father fear fell flashed free love Gawain gentle glance grace Guinevere half hall hand hear heard heart Heaven horse jousts king King Arthur King's kissed knew knight lady lance late Lavaine lily maid Limours lived looked lord maiden Merlin Modred morn moving never noble o'er once pale passion past pray Prince Geraint prize Queen rest ride rode rose seemed shame shield Sir Lancelot smiling spake sparrow-hawk speak spoke stept sweet Table Round tender thee thou thought thrice told true turned vext Vivien answered voice weep wild word wound Wroth wrought yellow sea Yniol
Népszerű szakaszok
224. oldal - Call'd me polluted : shall I kill myself? What help in that? I cannot kill my sin, If soul be soul ; nor can I kill my shame ; No, nor by living can I live it down. The days will grow to weeks, the weeks to months, The months will add themselves and make the years, The years will roll into the centuries, And mine will ever be a name of scorn.
169. oldal - And peradventure had he seen her first She might have made this and that other world Another world for the sick man ; but now The shackles of an old love straiten'd him, His honor rooted in dishonor stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
218. oldal - To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrongs, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To honour his own word as if his God's, To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds Until they won her...
45. oldal - O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves, By taking true for false, or false for true ; Here, thro...
101. oldal - 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 within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
218. oldal - To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her ; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But . teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
152. oldal - Green-glimmering toward the summit, bears, with all Its stormy crests that smoke against the skies, Down on a bark, and overbears the bark, And him that helms it, so they overbore Sir Lancelot and his charger, and...
211. 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.
204. oldal - Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill! Late, late, so late! but we can enter still. Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now. 'No light had we: for that we do repent; And learning this, the bridegroom will relent. Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now. 'No light: so late! and dark and chill the night! O let us in, that we may find the light! Too late, too late: ye cannot enter now.
220. 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. The wrath which forced my thoughts on that fierce law, The doom of treason and the flaming death, (When first I learnt thee hidden here,) is past.