Tennyson's the Coming of Arthur; Gareth and Lynette, Lancelot and Elaine, Quest of the Holy Grail, Passing of Arthur

Tennyson's the Coming of Arthur; Gareth and Lynette, Lancelot and Elaine, Quest of the Holy Grail, Passing of Arthur

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ...thro' the cave, They rose, heard mass, broke fast, and rode away: Then Lancelot saying, ' Hear, but hold my name Hidden, you ride with Lancelot of the Lake, ' 415 Abash'd Lavaine, whose instant reverence, Dearer to true young hearts than their own praise, But left him leave to stammer, ' Is it indeed?' And after muttering ' The great Lancelot, ' At last he got his breath and answer'd, ' One, 420 One have I seen--that other, our liege lord, The dread Pendragon, Britain's King of kings, Of whom the people talk mysteriously, He will be there--then were I stricken blind That minute, I might say that I had seen.' 425 So spake Lavaine, and when they reach'd the lists By Camelot in the meadow, let his eyes Run thro' the peopled gallery which half round Lay like a rainbow fall'n upon the grass, Until they found the clear-faced King, who sat 430 Robed in red samite, easily to be known, Since to his crown the golden dragon clung, And down his robe the dragon writhed in gold, And from the carven-work behind him crept Two dragons gilded, sloping down to make 435 Arms for his chair, while all the rest of them Thro' knots and loops and folds innumerable Fled ever thro' the woodwork, till they found The new design wherein they lost themselves, Yet with all ease, so tender was the work: 440 And, in the costly canopy o'er him set, Blazed the last diamond of the nameless king. Then Lancelot answer'd young Lavaine and said, 'Me you call great: mine is the firmer seat, The truer lance: but there is many a youth 445 Now crescent, who will come to all I am And overcome it; and in me there dwells No greatness, save it be some far-off touch Of greatness to know well I am not great: There is the man.' And Lavaine gaped upon him 450 As on a thing miraculous, and anon The...show more

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  • Paperback | 64 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 132g
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  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236652967
  • 9781236652966