Gareth and Lynette [from A. Tennyson's Idylls of the king]. Reviewed by H.G. Campbell, and F. Bertholdy |
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aged seer allegory armour arms Arthur's court bad mother unto Bellicent bidding brow Camelot character companions damsel dash them dead Death dwell eagle circles eyes field of Tourney follow fool's parable gain the quest Gareth and Lynette gate gazes glory Guinevere heart heaven HENRY GWYN high lineage Holy Grail horse humour Idylls Immortality journey King Arthur King's kitchen kitchen-knave knight Lady Lyonors Lancelot little ghost Lynette are utterly Lynette's May-blossom meats and drinks Merlin mock moral mother is bad night-black noble nose Tip-tilted overthrow pavilion petulantly Pilgrim-Knight poem Poet Laureate Reality REVIEWED BY HENRY reviler rides scorn sent in quest shame simile of Gareth Sir Galahad Sir Gareth Sir Kay Sir Kay's son's soul T. C. NEWBY Tennyson thee thence swoop three fair girls threshold tillers tongue true Truth TURL STREET utter Vanity of Vanities Vivien voice wedded WELBECK STREET white lie sits words youth
Popular passages
Page 10 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 13 - death is sure To those that stay and those that roam, But I will nevermore endure To sit with empty hands at home. ' My mother clings about my neck, My sisters crying, "Stay for shame ;" My father raves of death and wreck, They are all to blame, they are all to blame. ' God help me ! save I take my part Of danger on the roaring sea, A devil rises in my heart, Far worse than any death to me.
Page 19 - Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust A voice as unto him that hears, A cry above the conquer'd years To one that with us works, and trust, With faith that comes of self-control, The truths that never can be proved Until we close with all we loved, And all we flow from, soul in soul.
Page 11 - Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. Ah for some retreat Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my life began to beat! Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father, evil-starred; I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward.
Page 10 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Page 10 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience moving toward the stillness of his rest.
Page 12 - In the main current of the general life, But small experiences of every day, Concerns of the particular hearth and home : To learn not only by a comet's rush But a rose's birth, — not by the grandeur, God — But the comfort, Christ.
Page 24 - Of his old husk: from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. "He dried his wings: like gauze they grew; Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.
Page 21 - Far off they saw the silver-misty morn Rolling her smoke about the Royal mount, That rose between the forest and the field. At times the summit of the high city flashed; At times the spires and turrets half-way down Pricked through the mist; at times the great gate shone Only, that opened on the field below: Anon, the whole fair city had disappeared. Then those who went with Gareth were amazed, One crying, 'Let us go no further, lord. Here is a city of Enchanters, built By fairy Kings.
Page 16 - King ; tho' some there be that hold The King a shadow, and the city real : Yet take thou heed of him, for, so thou pass Beneath this archway, then wilt thou become A thrall to his enchantments, for the King Will bind thee by such vows, as is a shame A man should not be bound by, yet the which No man can keep...