The Works Of Alfred Tennyson

The Works Of Alfred Tennyson

by Alfred Lord Tennyson
     
 

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This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book.

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ISBN-13:
9781120937230
Publisher:
Kessinger Publishing Company
Publication date:
01/29/2010
Pages:
172
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.37(d)

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GUINEVERE. Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save a little maid, A novice : one low light betwixt them burn'd Blurr'd by the creeping mist, for all abroad, Beneath a .moon unseen albeit at full, The white mist, like a face-cloth to the face, Clung to the dead earth, and the land was still. For hither had she fled, her cause of flight Sir Modred ; he that like a subtle beast Lay couchant with his eyes upon the throne, Ready to spring, waiting a chance : for this He chill'd the popular praises of the King With silent smiles of slow disparagement; And tamper'd with the Lords of the White Horse, Heathen, the brood by Hengist left; and sought To make disruption in the Table Round Of Arthur, and to splinter it into feuds Serving his traitorous end; and all his aims Were sharpen'd by strong hate for Lancelot. For thus it chanced one morn when all the court, Green-suited, but with plumes that mock'd the may, Had been, their wont, a-maying and return'd, That Modred still in green, all ear and eye, Climb'd to the high-top of the garden-wall To spy some secret scandal if he might, And saw the Queen who sat betwixt her best Enid, and lissome Vivien, of her court The wiliest and the worst; and more than this He saw not, for Sir Lancelot passing by Spied where he couch'd, and as the gardener's hand Picks from the colewort a green caterpillar, So from the high wall and the flowering grove Of grasses Lancelot pluck'd him by the heel, And cast him as a worm upon the way; But when he knew the Prince tho' marr'd with dust, He, reverencing king's blood in a bad man, Made such excuses as he might, and these Full knightlywithout scorn; for in those days No knight of Arthur's noblest dealt in scorn; But, if a man we...

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