Morte Arthure: The Alliterative Romance of the Death of King Arthur. Now First Printed from a Manuscript in Lincoln Cathedral

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James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps
For private circulation only, 1847 - Arthurian romances - 368 pages

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Page 365 - ... charged them never to do outrageousity nor murder, and always to flee treason ; also, by no means to be cruel, but to give mercy unto him that asketh mercy, upon pain of forfeiture of their worship and lordship of King Arthur for evermore ; and always to do ladies, damosels, and gentlewomen succour, upon pain of death.
Page 272 - Whas thare no downkynge of dewe that oghte dere scholde, With the drowghte of the daye alle drye ware the flores ! Than discendis in the dale, downe fra the clowddez, A duches dere-worthily dyghte in dyaperde wedis, In a surcott of sylke full selkouthely hewede, Alle with...
Page 284 - Freke,' sais the philosophre, ' thy fortune es passede ! For thow salle fynd hir thi foo, frayste whene the lykes ! Thow arte at the hegheste, I hette the for-sothe ! Chalange nowe when thow wille, thow cheuys no more ! Thow has schedde myche blode, and schalkes distroyede, Sakeles, in cirquytrie, in sere kynges landis...
Page 331 - I leuede ! ffor nowe my wirchipe es wente, and my were endide. Here es the hope of my hele, my happynge of armes, My herte and my hardynes hale one hym lengede, My concell, my comforthe, that kepide myne herte.
Page 360 - Entres be ile of Aveloyne and Arthure, he lyghttes, Merkes to a manere there, for myghte he no forthire. A surgyne of Salerne enserches his wondes; The kyng sees be asaye...
Page 365 - Arthur for evermore ; and alway to doe ladies, damosels, and gentlewomen succour upon paine of death. Also that no man take no battailes in a wrong quarell for no law, nor for worldly goods. Unto this were all the knights sworne of the round table, both old and young.
Page 185 - He merkes thurghe the maylez the myddes in sondyre, That the myddys of pe mane on pe mo/r/e fallez, PC toper halfe of pe haunche on the horse leuyde.
Page 366 - Christabelle soe woe-begone Was the fayrest of them all. Then manye a knighte was mickle of might Before his ladye gaye ; But a stranger wight, whom no man knewe, He wan the prize eche daye. His acton it was all of blacke, His hewberke, and his sheelde, Ne noe man wist whence he did come, Ne noe man knewe where he did gone...
Page iv - Rose with dazzling sheen on the hermit's sight ; And faery maids bore the brave knight away To live in joyaunce and youth for aye. " Yes, dear are the fables of olden time ! So sweetly witching, so rudely sublime Are the strange, wild marvels of olden time. For the sage would his mighty tome unfold, While heroes, and sages, and monarchs of old, And forms of unearthly beauty would pass, Beaming in light o'er his charmed glass ; And his was the power that unlock'd the store Of knowledge and might,...
Page 358 - That for a traytoure has tynte all my trewe lordys. Here rystys the riche blude of the rownde table, Rebukkede with a rebawde, and rewthe es the more! I may helples one hethe house be myn one Alls a wafull wedowe, bat wanttes hir beryn.

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