King Arthur [a poem]. |
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amidst arms Arthur Augur Bard bark behold bird bow'd breast breath brow Caerleon calm Caradoc Carduel cave Celt chough Christian CIII Cimmerian cloud Crida cried Cymri's Cymrian dark death deep destrier dove dread dream Druid earth Etrurian ev'n eyes fair fairy falchion Fate fear fierce gaze Geoffrey of Monmouth glide gods grave hall hand Harold hath heart heaven hosts hound human King KING ARTHUR knight knighthood Lancelot land light lips lone lovely band Mabinogion maid murmuring musing o'er Odin pale paused poem priest prophet quoth race raven rest rock round rush'd Saxon seem'd shadow shield shore shrine Sir Gawaine Sire sleep smile song soul spoke spring stanza star steed stood strife sublime sweet sword Teuton Thane thee thine thou thought thro throne tower vale Valkyrs Vandal vex'd voice walls wandering watch'd wave Welch wild wind wing wrath youth
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Page 51 - Fierce for revenge; and Diomed attends: The groaning axle bent beneath the load; So great a hero, and so great a god, She snatch'd the reins, she lash'd with all her force, And full on Mars impell'd the foaming horse: But first, to hide her heavenly visage, spread Black Orcus' helmet o'er her radiant head.
Page xv - In my own case, too, 1 believed, whether truly or erroneously, that my experiment would have a fairer chance of justice, if it could be regarded without personal reference to the author: and, at all events, it was clear that I myself could the better judge how far the experiment had failed or succeeded, when freed from the partial kindness of those disposed to over-rate, or the pre-determined censure of those accustomed to despise my former labours. These motives were sufficient to decide me to hazard,...
Page 203 - With the warm instincts of the knightly heart That rose at once if insult touch'd the realm, He spurn'd each state-craft, each deceiving art, And rode to war, no vizor to his helm; This proved his worth, this line his tomb may boast— ' Who hated Cymri, hated Aron most!
Page 232 - Alas ! the sunsets of our northern main Soon lose the tints Hesperian Fancy weaves ; Soon the sweet river feels the icy chain, And haunted forests shed their murmurous leaves; The bough must wither, and the bird depart, And winter clasp the world, as life the heart ! BULWER'S KING ARTHUR, Book lii. " THIS comes of your mad charging," said Holmes, as with Kerr he lifted Wilmot's body from the bloody trench.
Page 25 - And far outstretch'd along the unmeasured sea Rests the vast shadow of her throne; serene From the dumb icebergs to the fiery zone, Rests the vast shadow of that guardian throne. And round her group the Cymrian's changeless race Blent with the Saxon, brother-like ; and both Saxon and Cymrian from that Sovereign trace Their...
Page 6 - hath a fickle mind, And pleasures pall, if long enjoyed they be.' But I, methinks, like this soft summerday, Mid blooms and sweets could wear the hours away ; — "Feel, in the eyes of Love, a cloudless sun, Taste, in the breath of Love, eternal spring; Could age but keep the joys that youth has won, The human heart would fold its idle wing! If...
Page 160 - It has many tokens of youthful composition, and many germs of a now matured fancy ; but its chief grace is the delightful freshness belonging to the time of life that can most appreciate ' The old time's divine and fresh romance ! When o'er the lone yet ever-haunted ways Went frank-eyed knighthood with adventurous lance, And life with wonder charmed adventurous days.
Page 76 - And damn'd his fame to serve his master's will. ' Much lore he had in men, and states, and things; And kept his memory mapp'd in prim precision, With histories, laws, and pedigrees of kings, And moral saws, which ran through each division, All neatly colour'd with appropriate hue— The histories black, the morals heavenly blue ! ' But state-craft, mainly, was his pride and boast; " The golden medium " was his guiding star : Which means, " Move on until you're uppermost, And then things can't be...
Page 61 - No pleasure like a Christian roasted slowly, To Odin's greatest number can be given; The will of freemen to the gods is holy; The People's voice must be the voice of Heaven. On selfish principles you chafe at capture, But what are private pangs to public rapture ? LXX1T.
Page 31 - Thor was cradled, — now the jealous care Of the fierce Dwarf whose home is on the deep, Where drifting ice-rocks clash in lifeless air; And War's pale Sisters smile to see the shock Stir the still curtains round the couch of Lok. And last of all— before the Iron Gate Which opes its entrance at the faintest breath, But hath no egress; where remorseless Fate Sits, weaving life, within the porch of Death; There with meek fearless eyes, and locks of gold. Back to warm earth thy childlike guide behold....