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answer'd arms Astolat Balin and Balan beautiful blazon'd Caerleon called Camelot colour Coming of Arthur court courtesy death diamond English Enoch Arden eyes face fair Fair lord faith farewell father Galahad Gareth and Lynette Gawain gentle Geoffrey of Monmouth Geraint and Enid glory Guinevere heart heathen heaven Holy Grail horse Idylls jousts King Arthur Lady Lady of Shalott Lake Lancelot and Elaine Last Tournament lily maid lord maid of Astolat maiden Malory Malory's Marriage of Geraint Memoriam Merlin and Vivien Michael Macmillan Milton Morte d'Arthur mysterious noble knight o'er Passing of Arthur passion poem poet Princess Queen quest Round Table samite Saxons sewed Shakspere shield Sir Ector Sir Lancelot Sir Lavaine Sir Torre smote song spear spiritual story sweet Table Round Tennyson thou thro true turn'd W. T. Webb word wound xviii
Page 11 - Divinely thro' all hindrance finds the man Behind it, and so paints him that his face, The shape and color of a mind and life, Lives for his children, ever at its best And fullest...
Page xxxiv - And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again,* But that a ribald King and Court Bade him toil on, to make them sport ; Demanded for their niggard pay, Fit for their souls, a looser lay, Licentious satire, song, and play ; The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Page xx - Thou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word...
Page xiv - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncalled for) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Page 15 - 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 a spear Down-glancing lamed the charger, and a spear Prick'd sharply his own cuirass, and the head Pierced thro' his side, and there snapt, and remain'd.
Page xi - One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
Page xxxviii - Rather than that gray king, whose name, a ghost, Streams like a cloud, man-shaped, from mountain peak, And cleaves to cairn and cromlech still...
Page 5 - To make them like himself : but, friend, to me He is all fault who hath no fault at all : For who loves me must have a touch of earth. ; The low sun makes the color : I am yours, Not Arthur's, as ye know, save by the bond.
Page 31 - Repeating, till the word we know so well Becomes a wonder, and we know not why, So dwelt the father on her face, and thought 'Is this Elaine?' till back the maiden fell, Then gave a languid hand to each, and lay, Speaking a still good-morrow with her eyes.