The Holy Grail (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang), In height and cold, ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
Calm is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
When on my bed the moonlight falls, I know that in thy place of rest By that broad water of ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
O Love, Love, Love! O withering might! O sun, that from thy noonday height Shudderest when I strain my sight, ...
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, ...
Minnie and Winnie Slept in a shell. Sleep, little ladies! And they slept well. Pink was the shell within, Silver ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills ...
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