The Passing Of Arthur (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
I Airy, Fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me, Claps her tiny hands above ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,- Are not these, O Soul, the Vision ...
O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet! How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs? I only ask to ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy? Proputty, proputty, proputty--that's what I 'ears 'em saäy. Proputty, proputty, ...
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