The Holy Grail and Other PoemsFields, Osgood & Company, 1870 - Всего страниц: 202 |
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... phantom king , Now looming , and now lost ; and on the slope The sword rose , the hind fell , the herd was driven , Fire glimpsed ; and all the land from roof and rick In drifts of smoke before a rolling wind Stream'd to the peak , and ...
... phantom king , Now looming , and now lost ; and on the slope The sword rose , the hind fell , the herd was driven , Fire glimpsed ; and all the land from roof and rick In drifts of smoke before a rolling wind Stream'd to the peak , and ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And made it thicker ; while the phantom king Sent out at times a voice ; and here or there Stood one who pointed toward the voice , the rest Slew on and burnt , crying , " No king of ours , " No son of ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And made it thicker ; while the phantom king Sent out at times a voice ; and here or there Stood one who pointed toward the voice , the rest Slew on and burnt , crying , " No king of ours , " No son of ...
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... phantom of a cup that comes and goes ? " " Nay , monk ! what phantom ? " 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 ...
... phantom of a cup that comes and goes ? " " Nay , monk ! what phantom ? " 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 ...
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... phantoms , and he said : " O son , thou hast not true humility , The highest virtue , mother of them all ; For when the Lord of all things made Himself Naked of glory for His mortal change , " Take thou my robe , " she said , " for all ...
... phantoms , and he said : " O son , thou hast not true humility , The highest virtue , mother of them all ; For when the Lord of all things made Himself Naked of glory for His mortal change , " Take thou my robe , " she said , " for all ...
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... phantom vext me more , return'd To whence I came , the gate of Arthur's wars . " " O brother , " ask'd Ambrosius , " for in sooth These ancient books teem , - and they would win thee - Only I find not there this Holy Grail , With ...
... phantom vext me more , return'd To whence I came , the gate of Arthur's wars . " " O brother , " ask'd Ambrosius , " for in sooth These ancient books teem , - and they would win thee - Only I find not there this Holy Grail , With ...
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answer'd arms art thou ask'd beast 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 fell 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 knighthood knights lady Lancelot land Leodogran light Lionel look'd Lord LUCRETIUS luvv 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 stars 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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Стр. 144 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, 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.
Стр. 143 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Стр. 141 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels. — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 143 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, "Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Стр. 130 - 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...
Стр. 135 - And if indeed I cast the brand away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note, Should thus be lost for ever from the earth, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men.
Стр. 138 - The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon, And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night, with noises of the northern sea. So...
Стр. 145 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of the dead world's winter dawn Amazed him, and he groan'd, "The King is gone.
Стр. 142 - A cry that shiver'd 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,