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 ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
Still on the tower stood the vane, A black yew gloomed the stagnant air, I peered athwart the chancel pane ...
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 ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
By an Evolutionist The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
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