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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 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