Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt) (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Still on the tower stood the vane, A black yew gloomed the stagnant air, I peered athwart the chancel pane ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud; Thy wheel ...
I Airy, Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me, Claps her tiny hands above ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud; Thy wheel ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
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