The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems

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gest night in

when the Lord

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sadly, wearie

d that pass'd

dy tune, that

ughts: I look'd d

eet, until I

y off through t

steadily;

o that I fell

e not moving:

ted snow that

-shoes; less

es the bunches

stupid, with n

-shut eyes up

Galahad! th

p now that whic

have wrought

ht your horse t

ern, night afte

ridle like a

nded: what thi

f Palomyde

a mountain a

sting beast wi

e still to ho

f Iseult? doth

riving, to se

e is best,' he

o him, he ca

ch a man lo

ng unto his c

f he never

Iseult, it w

never know h

piest dreams he

faithful, you hav

e; you have grea

Father Launce

nk of Guenever

e, about his

ace grows joyfu

ists can ofte

month I kiss yo

hink of me': th

easant, whats

e alone, some c

ms in the hal

ndly with the

es on at Can

hey will say:

had been a rig

body!' but the

, but all, whe

ing in their s

minstrels sing;

my tomb, unt

on the bushe

lace-pleasaunc

nster therefr

es by autumn w

ozel with g

ery walk say

ight, just rid

hoke to say it?

t kisses sunk

od lean'd forwar

tood; the back o

ll be kiss'd, sh

long time they s

sts of quiet

de la porte

hoofs roused the

ke a dream. I

ce bent to the

half asleep,

ng from close b

when somethin

going with it,

fter, a great

kept gatheri

ave no marv

on the altar

man could say

bell still rang

f blood-red, hal

ll upon the f

ls in church wh

quite nervele

what a thing wa

the gentle vo

look and lis

God, for you wi

; I come to

say that you

h you always,

d for, though

mpty tomb; f

me shall be m

e whose sword firs

oved him alwa

alway, though i

hat you know

s happy eve

for a little

orry long, d

ound his neck h

rs burn deep lik

ars pass quick:

t at one time

rivell'd he sha

es fretting

is he able,

do it honour:

estrier someti

weary work; he

han he is, so

what chance

ars away, my

things are gone

ongs to moan

now to Palo

Galahad, up

these things a

fight not for;

can love you

s, no vain lust

have ME alwa

ision, Gala

t you come t

ways, and to

re I am.' He c

body fell upo

ok'd again, t

ut right so

chapel-door,

st, in white,

ngs, then, aft

ore, and set

r-step, and w

ed to move or

adies gently

rm'd me, sayi

e and sleep, an

r thing tha

greal will be

eep the while i

went away, and

am'd of Heaven: th

rows to morn

ur Ladies in gowns of red and green; also an Angel, bea

ANG

f the high

'd: the Sangrea

at forest, and

that lieth

find the wondr

of King Sol

hat no man draw

ost pure: and

auncelot, whom

ace upon that sh

e presently t

cival, whom y

ors and Perciv

ies will

putting on

la

nd so close be

t of Antio

girding him w

nd and touch y

I, Cecily

buckling o

el while up ab

t me, O ho

, am mo

, putting o

tle k

down to us

ad, I, Katheri

ds fall

ng on the cr

, we go

d the strayin

s sister, Bors

rry out the bed, an

LA

quiet everyt

for I hear the

Sir Percival,

nd gentle lady

s have been h

news of Launc

s body ever

BO

eeing that sa

iding slowly

we heard a sw

are twigs saw a g

our'd raiment

ickly: from the

adan, that wit

merry, in

hack'd and d

e come back from

ed; and Lauvaine

uncelot, at th

ek him, but wa

dead now;

oil'd from the gre

truggle for th