Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 29Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells Harper's Magazine Company, 1864 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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... talk of knightly deeds , Walking about the gardens and the halls King Arthur : then , because his wound was deep , Of Camelot , as in the days that were . The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him , Sir Bedivere , the last of all his knights ...
... talk of knightly deeds , Walking about the gardens and the halls King Arthur : then , because his wound was deep , Of Camelot , as in the days that were . The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him , Sir Bedivere , the last of all his knights ...
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... talk about . They read together ; they had charities , Sunday - schools , and the like , to discuss , while the Judge was al- ways silent ; and as for poor Will , his high health and much driving about made him sleepy early , and he ...
... talk about . They read together ; they had charities , Sunday - schools , and the like , to discuss , while the Judge was al- ways silent ; and as for poor Will , his high health and much driving about made him sleepy early , and he ...
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... talk about . Fanny was lovely in her straw - hat and blue ribbons - the fresh morning gave her a VOL . XXIX.-No. 169. - B 19 Miss Jones caught the Judge later in the day and found him in great spirits ; indeed , he was so gallant that ...
... talk about . Fanny was lovely in her straw - hat and blue ribbons - the fresh morning gave her a VOL . XXIX.-No. 169. - B 19 Miss Jones caught the Judge later in the day and found him in great spirits ; indeed , he was so gallant that ...
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... talk so when coolly and quietly slapped his face . Percival you know my love for you was the cause of my sprang at him like a tiger . Brown knocked him downfall ? " said poor Will , whimpering . " If down , and held him until some ...
... talk so when coolly and quietly slapped his face . Percival you know my love for you was the cause of my sprang at him like a tiger . Brown knocked him downfall ? " said poor Will , whimpering . " If down , and held him until some ...
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... talk of all his goodness and loyalty who sleeps beneath . Beaumont can afford to share his wife's regard with that noble memory , and when Christ- mas comes the marble bust which stands always in the library , looking down with the true ...
... talk of all his goodness and loyalty who sleeps beneath . Beaumont can afford to share his wife's regard with that noble memory , and when Christ- mas comes the marble bust which stands always in the library , looking down with the true ...
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Page 3 - The sequel of today unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep— the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds, Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made,— Tho' Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more— but let what will be be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm...
Page 3 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the Ocean , and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full.
Page 4 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Page 5 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 5 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them ; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms, Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold : and from them rose A cry that...
Page 4 - So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur: But ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere.
Page 5 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Page 4 - That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art. For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Page 6 - I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Page 4 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.