The Holy Grail: And Other PoemsFields, Osgood, 1870 - 202 pages |
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... dead , lent her fierce teat To human sucklings ; and the children , housed In her foul den , there at their meat would growl , And mock their foster - mother on four feet , Till , straighten'd , they grew up to wolf - like men , Worse ...
... dead , lent her fierce teat To human sucklings ; and the children , housed In her foul den , there at their meat would growl , And mock their foster - mother on four feet , Till , straighten'd , they grew up to wolf - like men , Worse ...
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... dead world to make it live . " And Arthur from the field of battle sent Ulfius , and Brastias , and Bedivere , His new - made knights , to King Leodogran , Saying , " If I in aught have served thee well , Give me thy daughter Guinevere ...
... dead world to make it live . " And Arthur from the field of battle sent Ulfius , and Brastias , and Bedivere , His new - made knights , to King Leodogran , Saying , " If I in aught have served thee well , Give me thy daughter Guinevere ...
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... dead ; and he— I know not whether of himself he came , Or brought by Merlin , who , they say , can walk - Unseen , at pleasure he was at my side , And spake sweet words , and comforted my heart , And dried my tears , being a child with ...
... dead ; and he— I know not whether of himself he came , Or brought by Merlin , who , they say , can walk - Unseen , at pleasure he was at my side , And spake sweet words , and comforted my heart , And dried my tears , being a child with ...
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... " answer'd Percivale . " The cup , the cup itself , from which our Lord Drank at the last sad supper with his own . This , from the blessed land of Aromat After the day of darkness , when the dead Went THE HOLY GRAIL . 39.
... " answer'd Percivale . " The cup , the cup itself , from which our Lord Drank at the last sad supper with his own . This , from the blessed land of Aromat After the day of darkness , when the dead Went THE HOLY GRAIL . 39.
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... dead Went wandering o'er Moriah , the good saint , Arimathæan Joseph , journeying brought To Glastonbury , where the winter thorn Blossoms at Christmas , mindful of our Lord . And there awhile it bode ; and if a man Could touch or see ...
... dead Went wandering o'er Moriah , the good saint , Arimathæan Joseph , journeying brought To Glastonbury , where the winter thorn Blossoms at Christmas , mindful of our Lord . And there awhile it bode ; and if a man Could touch or see ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer'd arms art thou ask'd beast beat beauty behold blood bold Sir Bedivere brake brother Caerleon call'd Camelot child circlet cloud cried crown'd damsels dark dead dearest dreams drew Dubric earth Ettarre eyes face fail'd feast fire flash'd follow'd Galahad Gawain glanced glory Gods golden Gorloïs Guinevere hall hand hath heard heart heathen heaven Holy Grail horse jousts Julian King Arthur King Uther knew knights lady Lancelot land Leodogran light Lionel look'd Lord LUCRETIUS Lyonesse maiden Merlin merry maidens Modred moon munny noble o'er once pass Percivale phantom proputty Queen quest return'd rode rose seem'd seen Sir Bors Sir Pelleas slay spake star stood strange sware sweet sword Table Round thee thine thou art thou hast thought thro thyself turn'd Uther Vext vision voice wail walls wind
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Page 143 - TABLE is dissolved, Which was an image of the mighty world ; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Page 165 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Page 132 - Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : "The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof 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.
Page 164 - Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Page 134 - And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Page 23 - But when he spake and cheer'd his Table Round With large divine and comfortable words Beyond my tongue to tell thee — I beheld From eye to eye thro...
Page 142 - A cry that shivered to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge ;
Page 144 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer 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.
Page 151 - as munny an' all — wot's a beauty? — the flower as blaws. But proputty, proputty sticks, an' proputty, proputty graws. Do'ant be stunt; taake time. I knaws what maakes tha sa mad. Warn't I craazed fur the lasses mysen when I wur a lad? But I knaw'da Quaaker feller as often 'as towd ma this: 'Doant thou marry for munny, but goa wheer munny is!" An' I went wheer munny war; an' thy muther coom to 'and, Wi' lots o' munny laaid by, an' a nicetish bit o
Page 131 - Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights, And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the Ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full.