The Story of Queen Guinevere and Sir Lancelot of the Lake; After the German of Wilhelm Hertz. with Other Poems

The Story of Queen Guinevere and Sir Lancelot of the Lake; After the German of Wilhelm Hertz. with Other Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865 edition. Excerpt: ...at last; Again in giant stature loom Conceptions of her destined doom: She sees in the surrounding night, Confusion, murder, war and fight. Then vainly she essayed to speak, Tears streaming down her blanched cheek-Saw only, sinking to the ground, Fire flashing through the darkness round. The crown of gold fell from his head As Mordred clasped her, half afraid. On high he raised the fallen dame, Through door and portal swiftly came, Through crowded halls he hurried on, And laid her on the cushioned throne. Her face, like marble, lies serene Upon the velvet's purple sheen; The warrior stands to gaze in pride Upon his pale yet beauteous bride; While joyful all his people sing, ' Hail, Mordred, Britain's chosen King l' That Night, while men were feasting late, A page stole through the castle gate.: With hurrying steps he passed along, Inhospitable woods among. Soft was the hand his sword that bore, The thorns his garments rent and tore, -'Twas Guinevere, with blood all red, From her impetuous bridegroom fled. She prayed Heaven's blessing as she strode, Undaunted on that lone dark road; The pain, the toil she deemed but slight, Nor paused she once to rest that night. At dawn to Almesbury cloister came, Exhausted, faint, the luckless dame, And in dark sanctuary remained, By anxious fears oppressed and pained. VIII. IN Arthur's camp, the gentle knight, Gawain, was buried in the night. Through the broad valley every tent The lurid glare of torch--fire sent. On open bier the corpse they bear, A garland round the smooth long hair; The bearers, with mute steps and slow, In deathly still procession go; Hoarse trumpets echo through the camp, And iron hoofs in measured tramp; The towers and walls of Benwic show...show more

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  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236742877
  • 9781236742872