{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "in", "height": "2759", "width": "1661", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "39086\\nLibr\u00c2\u00abpy Of Goricfress*\\nwo CuPtfS WfCEivED\\nAUG 21 1900\\nCopyright fyitry\\nStCONO COPY.\\nDelivered to\\nOROEf^ DIVISION,\\n-SEP 1 1900\\nCOPYKIGHT, 1900, BY W. B. CONKEY COMPANY.\\n74008", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS or\\nTHE KING\\nBY\\nlord TENNYSON\\nCHICAGO\\nW. B. CON KEY COMPANY\\nHLBLISHEKS", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "-s^\\nc%\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^^n ^.V", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "4^^\\nIDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nDEDICATION.\\nThese to His Memory-since he held them dear,\\nPerchance as finding there unconsciously-\\nSome image of himself I dedicate,\\nI dedicate, I consecrate with tears\\nThese Idylls.\\nAnd indeed He seems to me\\nScarce other than my king s ideal knight,\\nWho reverenced his conscience as his king;\\nWhose glory was, redressing human wrong\\nWho spake no slander, no, nor listen d to it\\nWho loved one only and who clave to her\\nHer over all whose realms to their last isle,\\nCommingled with the gloom of imminent war.\\nThe shadow of His loss drew like eclipse,\\nDarkening the world. We have lost him he\\nis gone\\nWe knew him now: all narrow jealousies\\nAre silent and we see him as he moved,\\nHow modest, kindly, all accom^plish d, wise.\\nWith what sublime repression of himself.\\nAnd in what limits, and how tenderly^\\nNot swaying to this faction or to that.\\nNot making his high place the lawless perch\\nOf wing d ambitions, nor a vantage-ground\\n3", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "4 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nFor pleasure; but thro all this tract of years\\nWearing the white flower of a blameless life,\\nBefore a thousand peering littlenesses,\\nIn that fierce light which beats upon a throne.\\nAnd blackens every blot: for where is he\\nWho dares foreshadow for an only son\\nA lovelier life, a more unstain d, than his?\\nOr how should England dreaming of his sons\\nHope more for these than some inheritance\\nOf such a life, a heart, a mind as thine,\\nThou noble Father of her Kings to be.\\nLaborious for her people and her poor-\\nVoice in the rich down of an ampler day\\nFar-sighted summoner of War and Waste\\nTo fruitful strifes and rivalries of peace;\\nSweet nature gilded by the gracious gleam\\nOf letters, dear to Science, dear to Art,\\nDear to thy land and ours, a Prince indeed,\\nBeyond all titles, and a household name.\\nHereafter, thro all times Albert the Good.\\nBreak not, O woman s heart, but still endure\\nBreak not, for thou art Royal, but endure.\\nRemembering all the beauty of that star\\nWhich shone so close beside Thee that ye made\\nOne light together, but has past and leaves\\nThe Crown a lonely splendour.\\nMay all love.\\nHis love, unseen but felt, o ershadow Thee,\\nThe love of all Thy sons encompass Thee,\\nThe love of all Thy daughters cherish Thee,\\nThe love of all Thy people comfort Thee,\\nTill God s love set Thee at his side again!", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nTHE COMING OF ARTHUR.\\nLeodlogran/ the King bf Gameliard,\\nHad one fair daughter, and none other child;\\nAnd she was fairest of all flesh on earth,\\nGuinevere, and in her his one delight.\\nFor many a petty king ere Arthur came\\nRuled m this isle, and ever waging war\\nEach upon other, wasted all the laiid\\nAnd still from time to time the heathen host\\nSwarm d overseas, and harried what was left.\\nAnd so there grew great tracts of wilderness,\\nWherein the beast was ever more and more.\\nBut man was less and less, till Arthur came.\\nFor first Aurelius lived and fought and died.\\nAnd after him King Uther fought and died.\\nBut either fail d to make the kingdom one.\\nAnd after these King Arthur for a space,\\nAnd thro the puissance of his Table Round,\\nDrew all their petty princedoms under him,\\nTheir king and head, and made a realm, and\\nreign d.\\nAnd thus the land of Gameliard was waste\\nThick with wet woods, and many a bea^-\\ntherein.\\nAnd none or few to scare or chase the l^east;\\nSo that wild dog, and wolf and boar and bear", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "8 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nCame night and day, and rooted in the fields,\\nAnd wallow d in the gardens of the King.\\nAnd ever and anon the wolf would steal\\nThe children and devour, but now and then,\\nHer own brood lost or dead, lent her fierce teat\\nTo human sucklings and the children, housed\\nIn her foul den, there at their meat would\\ngrowl,\\nAnd mock their foster-mother on four feet,\\nTill, straighten d, they grew up to wolf -like\\nmen.\\nWorse than the wolves. And King Leodogran\\nGroan d for the Roman legions here again,\\nAnd Caesar s ea^le then his bro1/her king,\\nUrien, assail d him: last! a heathjen horde.\\nReddening the *un with smoke ^d earth with\\nblood,\\nAnd on the spike that split the mother s heart\\nSpitting the child, brake on him, till, amazed.\\nHe knew not whither he should turn for aid.\\nfeut^-forjifi hftgird of Ajthur newly-crown d\\nThoIISoSIiwTrhQutw^iI^irpro^^ made_ by those\\nWho cried, Hei^ot Uthef s son ^^the King\\nS eht to him, saying, Arise, and help us thou!\\nFor here between the man and beast we die.\\nAnd Arthur /et had done no deed of arms,\\nBut heard the call, and came: and Guinevere\\nStood by the castle walls to watch him pass;\\nBut since he neither wore on helm or shield\\n-^he golden symbol of his kinglihood.\\nBut .jQtie a simple knight among his knights,\\nAnd niuny of these in richer arms than he,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 7\\nShe saw him not, or mark d not, if she saw,\\nOne among many, tho his face was bare.\\nBut Arthur, looking downward as he past.\\nFelt the light of her eyes into his life\\nSmite on the sudden, yet rode on, and pitch d\\nHis tents beside the forest. Xlieft-he-drave\\nXheUlsatlien a^ter, slew the beast, and feU d\\nThe forest^ Te fl ino: in the sun, and niadTe\\nBroad pafK\\\\vays for the hunter ,^ixdtfte k nigbt|\\nAnd^so returned.\\nFor while he linger d there,\\nA doubt that ever smoulder d in the hearts\\nOf those great Lords and Barons of his realm\\nFlash d forth and into war: for most of these,\\nColleaguing with a score of petty kings.\\nMade head against him, crying, Who is he\\nThat he should rule us? who hath proven him\\nKing Uther s son? for lo! we look at him.\\nAnd find not face nor hearing, limbs nor voice,\\nAre like to those of Uther whom we knew,\\nThis is the son of Gorlois, not the King;\\nThis is the son of Anton, not the King.\\nAnd Arthur, passing thence to battle, felt\\nTravail, and throes and agonies of the life,\\nDesiring to be join d with Guinevere;\\nAnd thinking as he rode, Her father said\\nThat there between the man and beast they die.\\nShall I not lift her from this land of beasts\\nUp to my throne, and side by side with me?\\nWhat happiness to reign a lonely king,\\nVext O yet stars that shudder over me,\\nO earth that soundest hollow under me.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8 IDYLLS OF THE KING\\nVext with waste dreams? for saving I be join d\\nTo her that is the fairest under heaven,\\nI seem as nothing- in the mighty world,\\nAnd cannot will my will, nor work my work\\nWholly, nor make myself in mine own realm\\nVictor and Lord But were I join d with her,\\nThen might we live together as one life\\nAnd reigning with one will in everything\\nHave power on this dark land to lighten it,\\nAnd power on this dead world to make it live.\\nThereafter as he speaks who tells the tale\\nWhen Arthur reach d a field-of-battle bright\\nWith pitch d pavilions of his foe, the world\\nWas all so clear about him, that he saw\\nThe smallest rock far on the faintest hill,\\nAnd even in high day the morning star.\\nSo when the King had set his banner broad,\\nAt once from either side, with trumpet-blast,\\nAnd shouts, and clarions shrilling unto blood,\\nThe long-lanced battle let their horses run.\\n-4Hi,?i?-W .-tixe BaroQs and the kings prevail. d^\\nAnd now the King, as here and there that war\\nW ent swaying; but the P ow^;;8\u00c2\u00bbaY.ho walk tne\\nMade-lrg^tnings and great thunders over him,-\\nAnd dazed all eyes, till Arthur by main might,\\nAnd mightier of his hands, with every blow.\\nAnd leading all his knighthood threw the ki.n4;s\\n.Carados, Urien, Cradlemont of Wales,\\nClaudias, and Clarianee of Northumberland,\\n-f he King Brandagoras of Latarigof;\\nWin. Anguisant of Erin, Morganore,.,.\\nnd Lot of Orkney. Then, before a.js[Qice", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 9\\nAs dreadful as the shout of one who sees\\nTo one who sins, and deems himself alone.\\nAnd all the world asleep, they swerved^and\\nbrake\\nFlying, and ArtliijX.j a-lUd to stay th e brands\\nTliat hack d among the fivers, ^H ol they\\nyield!\\nwSo like a painted battle the war stood\\nSilenced, the living- quiet as the dead,\\nAnd in the heart of Arthur joy w^as lord.\\nHe laugh d upon his warrior whom he loved\\nAnd honour d most. Thou dost not doubt me\\nKing,\\nSo well thine arm hath wrought for me to-\\nday.\\n**Sir and my liege, he cried, the fire of God\\nDescends upon thee in the battle-field\\nI know thee for my King! Whereat the two,\\nFor each had warded either in the fight,\\nSware on the field of death a deathless love.\\nAnd Arthur said, Man s word is God in man:\\nI^et chance what will, I trust thee to the\\ndeath.\\nThen quickly from the foughten field he sent\\nUlfius, and Brastias, and Bedivere,\\nHis new-made knights, to King Leodogran,\\nSaying, If I in aught have served thee well,\\nGive me thy daughter Guinevere to wife.\\nWhom when he heard, Leodogran in heart\\nDebating How should I that am a king.\\nHowever much he holp me at my need.\\nGive my one daughter saving to a kiflg\\n2 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "10 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd a king s son? lifted his voice, and call d\\nA hoary man, his chamberlain, to whom\\nHe trusted all things, and of him required\\nHis counsel: Knowest thou aught of Arthur s\\nbirth?\\nThen spake the hoary chamberlain and said,\\nSir King, there be but two old men that know\\nAnd each is twice as old as I and one\\nIs Merlin, the wise man that ever served\\nKing Uther thro his magic art; and one\\nIs Merlin s master (so they call him) Bleys,\\nWho taught him magic but the scholar ran\\nBefore the master, and so far, that Bleys\\nLaid magic by, and sat him down, and wrote\\nAll things and whatsoever Merlin did\\nIn one great annal-book, where after-years\\nWill learn the secret of our Arthur s birth.\\nTo whom the King Leodogran replied,\\n**0 friend, had I been holpen half as well\\nBy this King Arthur as by thee to-day,\\nThen beast and man had had their share of me\\nBut summon here before us yet once more\\nUlfius, and Brastias, and Bedivere.\\nThen, when they came before him, the King\\nsaid,\\nI have seen the cuckoo chased by lesser fowl,\\nAnd reason in the chase but wherefore now\\nDo these your lords stir up the heat of war,\\n^me calling Arthur born of Gorlois,\\nOthers of Anton? Tell me, ye yourselves,\\nHold y^. this Arthur for King Uther s son?", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 11\\nAnd Ulfius and Brastias answer d, Ay.\\nThen Bedivere, the first of all his knights\\nKnighted by Arthur at his crowning, spake\\nFor bold in heart and act and word was he,\\nWhenever slander breathed against the king\\n**Sir, there be many rumors on this head:\\nFor there be those who hate him in their hearts,\\nCall him baseborn,and since his ways are sweet.\\nAnd theirs are bestial, hold him less than man,\\nAnd there be those who deem him more than\\nman,\\nAnd dream he dropt from heaven but my belief\\nIn all this matter so ye care to learn\\nSir, for ye know that in King Uther s time\\nThe prince and warrior Gorlois, he that held\\nTintagil castle by the Cornish sea.\\nWas wedded with a winsome wife. Ygerne\\nAnd daughters had she borne him, one\\nwhereof,\\nLot s wife, the Queen of Orkney, Bellicent,\\nHath ever like a loyal sister cleaved\\nTo Arthur, but a son she had not borne.\\nAnd Uther cast upon her eyes of love\\nBut she, a stainless wife to Gorlois,\\nSo loathed the bright dishonor of his love.\\nThat Gorlois and King Uther went to war:\\nAnd overthrown was Gorlois and slain.\\nThen Uther in his wrath and heat besieged\\nYgerne within Tintagil, w^here her m.en.\\nSeeing the mighty swarm about their walls.\\nLeft her and fled, and Uther enter d in,\\nAnd there was none to call to but himself.\\nSo compass d by the power of the King,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "12 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nEnforc d she was to wed him in her tears,\\nAnd with a shameful swiftness: afterward,\\nNot many moons, King Uther died himself,\\nMoaning and wailing for an heir to rule\\nAfter him, lest the realm should go to wrack.\\nAnd that same night, the night of the new\\nyear.\\nBy reason of the bitterness and grief\\nThat vext his mother, all before his time\\nWas Arthur born, and all as soon as born\\nDeliver d at a secret postern-gate\\nTo Merlin, to be holden far apart\\nUntil his hour should come because the lords\\nOf that fierce day were as the lords of this,\\nWild beasts, and surely would have torn the\\nchild\\nPiecemeal among them, had they known for\\neach\\nBut sought to rule for his own self and hand,\\nAnd many hated Uther for the sake\\nOf Gorlois. Wherefore Merlin took the child.\\nAnd gave him to Sir Anton, an old knight\\nAnd ancient friend of Uther; and his wife\\nNursed the young prince, and rear d him with\\nher own;\\nAnd no man knew. And ever since the lords\\nHave foughten like wild beasts among them-\\nselves,\\nSo that the realm has gone to wrack but now.\\nThis year, when Merlin (for his hour had come)\\nBrought Arthur forth, and set him in the hall.\\nProclaiming, *Here is Uther s heir, your king,\\nA hundred voices cried, Away with him!\\nNo king of ours a son of Gorlois he,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 13\\nOr else the child of Anton, and no king,\\nOr else baseborn. Yet Merlin thro his craft,\\nAnd while the people clamor d for a king,\\nHad Arthur crown d; but after, the great lords\\nBanded, and so brake out in open war.\\nThen while the King debated with himself\\nIf Arthur were the child of shameful ness,\\nOr born the son of Gorlois, after death,\\nOr Uther s son, and born before his time,\\nOr whether there was truth in anything\\nSaid by these three, there came to Cameliard,\\nWith Gawain and 5^oung Modred, her two sons.\\nLot s wife, the Queen of Orkney, Bellicent;\\nWhom as he could, not as he would, the King\\nMade feast for, saying, as they sat at meat,\\nA doubtful throne is ice on summer seas,\\nYe come from Arthur s court. Victor his men\\nReport him! Yea, but ye think ye this king\\nSo many those that hate him, and so strong.\\nSo few his knights, however brave they be\\nHath body enow to hold his foemen down?\\nO King, she cried, and I will tell thee;\\nfew.\\nFew but all brave, all of one mind with him;\\nFor I was near him when the savage yells\\nOf Uther s peerage died, and Arthur sat\\nCrown d on the dais, and his warriors cried,\\n*Be thou the king, and we Vv411 work thy will\\nWho love thee. Then the King in low deep\\ntones\\nAnd simple words of great authority.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "14 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBound them by so straight vows to his own self^\\nThat when they rose, knighted from kneeling^\\nsome\\nWere pale as at the passing of a ghost,\\nSome flush d, and others dazed, as one whg\\nwakes\\nHalf -blinded at the coming of a light.\\nBut when he spake and cheer d his Table\\nRound\\nAVith large, divine and comfortable words\\nBeyond my tongue to tell thee I beheld\\nFrom eye to eye thro all their Order flash\\nA momentary likeness of the King\\nAnd ere it left their faces, thro the cross\\nAnd those around it and the Crucified,\\nDown from the casement over Arthur, smote\\nFlame-color, vert and azure, in three rays,\\nOne falling upon each of three fair queens,\\nWho stood in silence near his throne, the friends\\nOf Arthur, gazing on him, tell, with bright\\nSweet faces, who will help him at his need.\\nAnd there I saw mage Merlin, whose vast\\nwit\\nAnd hundred winters are but as the hands\\nOf loyal vassals toiling for their liege.\\nAnd near him stood the Lady of the Lake,\\nWho knows a subtler magic than his own\\nClothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful.\\nShe gave the King his huge cross-hilted sword^\\nWhereby to drive the heathen out a mist\\nOf incense curl d about her, and her face", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 15\\nWellnigh was hidden in the minster gloom\\nBut there was heard among the holy hymns\\nA voice as of the waters, for she dwells\\nDown in a deep, calm, whatsoever storms\\nMay shake the world, and when the surface\\nrolls,\\nHath power to walk the waters like our Lord.\\nThere likewise I beheld Excalibur\\nBefore him at his crowning borne, the sword\\nThat rose from out the bosom of the lake,\\nAnd Arthur row d across and took it rich\\nWith jewels, elfin L rim, on the hilt,\\nBewildering heart and eye the blade so bright\\nThat men are blinded by it on one side,\\nGraven in the oldest tongue of all this world,\\nTake me,* but turn the blade and ye shall\\nsee,\\nAnd written in the speech ye speak yourself,\\nXast me away! And sad was Arthur s face\\nTaking it, but old Merlin counsel d him,\\nTake thou and strike! the time to cast away\\nIs yet far off. So this great brand the king\\nTook, and by this will beat his foemen down.\\nThereat Leodogran rejoiced, but thought\\nTo sift his doubtings to the last, and ask d,\\nFixing full eyes of question on her face\\nThe swallow and the swift are near akin,\\nBut thou art closer to this noble prince,\\nBeing his own dear sister; and she said,\\nDaughter of Gorlois and Ygerne am I;\\nAnd therefore Arthur s sister? ask d the\\nKing.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "16 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nShe answer d, These be secret things, and\\nsign d\\nTo those two sons to pass and let them be.\\nAnd Gawain went, and breaking into song\\nSprang out, and follow d by his flying hair\\nRan like a colt, and leaped at all he saw\\nBut Modred laid his ear beside the doors.\\nAnd there half-heard the same that afterward\\nStruck for the throne, and striking found his\\ndoom.\\nAnd then the queen made answer, What\\nknow I?\\nFor dark my mother was in eyes and hair,\\nAnd dark in hair and eyes am I and dark\\nWas Gorlois, yea and dark was Uther too,\\nWellnigh to blackness but this king is fair\\nBeyond the race of Britons and of men.\\nMoreover, always in my mind I hear\\nA cry from out the dawning of my life,\\nA mother weeping, and I hear her say,\\n0 that ye had some brother, pretty one,\\nTo guard thee on the rough ways of the\\nworld.\\nAy, said the King, and hear ye such a cry?\\nBut when did Arthur chance upon thee first?\\nO King, she cried, **and I will tell thee\\ntrue:\\nHe found me first when yet a little maid\\nBeaten I had been for a little fault\\nWhereof I was not guilty; and out I ran", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 17\\nAnd flung myself down on a bank of heath,\\nAnd hated this fair world and all therein,\\nAnd wept, and wish d that I were dead; and\\nhe\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI know not w^hether of himself he came,\\nOr brought by Merlin, who, they say, can walk\\nUnseen at pleasure he was at my side\\nAnd spake sweet words, and comforted my\\nheart.\\nAnd dried my tears, being a child with me.\\nAnd many a time he came, and evermore\\nAs I grew greater, grew with me and sad\\nAt times he seem d, and sad with him was I,\\nStern too at times, and then I loved him not,\\nBut sweet again, and then I loved him well.\\nBut now of late I see him less and less,\\nBut those first days had golden hours for\\nme,\\nFor then I surely thought he would be king.\\nBut let me tell thee now another tale:\\nFor Bleys, our Merlin s master, as they say.\\nDied but of late, and sent his cry to me,\\nTo hear him speak before he left his life.\\nShrunk like a fairy changling lay the mage\\nAnd when I enter d told me that himself\\nAnd Merlin ever served about the King,\\nUther, before he died and on the night\\nWhen Uther in Tintagil past away\\nMoaning and wailing for an heir, the two\\nLeft the still King, and passing forth to\\nbreathe.\\nThen from the castle gateway by the chasm\\nDescending thro the dismal night a night", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "18 IDYLLS OF THE KLNG.\\nIn which the bounds of heaven and earth were\\nlost\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBehfeld, so high upon the dreary deeps\\nIt seem d in heaven, a ship, the shape thereof\\nA dragon wing d, and all from stem to stern\\nBright with a shining people on the decks,\\nAnd gone as soon as seen. And then the two\\nDropt to the cove, and watch d the great sea\\nfall,\\nWave after wave, each mightier than the last,\\nTill last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep\\nAnd full of voices, slowly rose and plunged\\nRoaring, and all the wave was in a flame\\nAnd down the wave and in the flame w^as borne\\nA naked babe, and rode to Merlin s feet.\\nWho stoopt and caught the babe, and cried\\nThe King!\\nHere is an heir for Uther! And the fringe\\nOf that great breaker, sweeping up the strand,\\nLash d at the wizard as he spake the word,\\nAnd all at once all round him rose in fire,\\nSo that the child and he were clothed in fire,\\nAnd presently thereafter follow^ d calm,\\nFree sky and stars: And this same child, he\\nsaid,\\nIs he who reigns; nor could I part in peace\\nTill this were told. And saying this the seer\\nWent through the strait and dreadful pass of\\ndeath,\\nNot ever to be question d any more\\nSave on the further side but when I met\\nMerlin, and ask d him if these things were\\ntruth\\nThe shining dragon and the naked child", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 19\\nDescending in the glory of the seas\\nHe laugh d as is his wont, and answer d me\\nIn riddling triplets of old time, and said:\\nRain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky!\\nA young man will be wiser by and by;\\nAn old man s wit may wander ere he die.\\nRain, rain, and sun a rainbow on the lea\\nAnd truth is this to me, and that to thee\\nAnd truth or clothed or naked let it be.\\nRain, sun, and rain! and the free blossom\\nblows:\\nSun, rain, and sun I and where is he who\\nknows?\\nFrom the great deep to the great deep he\\ngoes.\\nSo Merlin riddling anger d me; but thou\\nFear not to give this King thine only child,\\nGuinevere so great bards of him will sing\\nHereafter; and dark sayings from of old\\nRanging and ringing thro the minds of men.\\nAnd echo d by old folk beside their fires\\nFor comfort after their wage-work is done,\\nSpeak of the King; and Merlin in our time\\nHath spoken also, not in jest, and sworn\\nTho men may wound him that he will not die,\\nBut pass, again to come and then or now\\nUtterly smite the heathen underfoot,\\nTill these and all men hail him for their king,\\nShe spake and King Leodogran rejoiced,\\nBut musing Shall I answer yea or nay?\\nDoubted, and drowsed, nodded and slept, and\\nsaw.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "20 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nDreaming, a slope of land that ever grew,\\nField after field, up to a height, the peak\\nHaze hidden, and thereon a phantom king,\\nNow looming, and now lost and on the slope\\nThe sword rose, the hind fell, the herd was\\ndriven.\\nFire glimpsed; and all the land from roof and\\nrick,\\nIn driftS4)f smoke before a rolling wind.\\nStream d* to the peak, and mingled with the\\nhaze\\nAnd made it thicker; while the phantom king-\\nSent out at times a voice and here or there\\nStood one who pointed toward the voice, the\\nrest\\nSlew on and burnt, crying, No king of ours,\\nNo son of Uther, and no king of ours;\\nTill with a wink his dream was changed, the\\nhaze\\nDescended, and the solid earth became\\nAs nothing, but the King stood out in heaven,\\nCrown d. And Leodogran awoke, and sent\\nUlfius, and Brastias and Bedivere,\\nBack to the court of Arthur answering yea.\\nThen Arthur charged his warrior whom he\\nloved\\nAnd honor d most, vSir Lancelot, to ride forth\\nAnd bring the Queen; and watch d him from\\nthe gates:\\nAnd Lancelot past away among the flowers,\\n(For then was latter April) and return d\\nAmong the flowers, in Ma)^, with Guinevere.\\nTo whom arrived, by Dubric the high saint,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 21\\nChief of the church in Britain, and before\\nThe stateliest of her altar-shrines, the King\\nThat morn was married, while in stainless\\nwhite,\\nThe fair beginners of a nobler time.\\nAnd glorying in their vows and him, his\\nknights\\nStood round him, and rejoicing in his joy.\\nFar shone the fields of May thro open door,\\nThe sacred altar blossom d white with May,\\nThe Sun of May descended on their King,\\nThey gazed on all earth s beauty in their\\nQueen,\\nRoU d incense, and there past along the hymns\\nA voice as of the waters, while the two\\nSware at the shrine of Christ a deathless love\\nAnd Arthur said, Behold, thy doom is mine.\\nLet chance what will, I love thee to the death\\nTo whom the Queen replied with drooping\\neyes,\\nKing and my lord, I love thee to the death!\\nAnd holy Dubric spread his hands and spake,\\nReign ye, and live and love, and make the\\nworld\\nOther, and may thy Queen be one with thee,\\nAnd all this Order of thy Table Round\\nFulfil the boundless purpose of their King!\\nSo Dubric said but when they left the shrine\\nGreat Lords from Rome before the portal\\nstood.\\nIn scornful stillness gazing as they past\\nThen while they paced a city all on fire\\nWith sun and cloth of gold, the trumpets blew,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "22 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd Arthur s knighthood sang before the\\nKing:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBlcMiy trumpet, for the world is white V^ith\\nMay _..\\nBlow truinpel;, theio^ig ni^t hath roll d away!\\nBlow thro the Tiviri g world-]\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Let Tlie\\\\ Kmg\\nfeign.\\n**Sljall Rome or Heathen rule in Artnur s\\nrealmi. y\\nFlash brand I and lance, fall battleaxe upon\\nhelm,\\nFall battleaxe, and flash brand Let the King\\nreign.\\nStrike for the King and live! his knights\\nhave heard\\nThat God hath told the King a secret word.\\nFall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King\\nreign.\\nreignX\\n*Blow trumpet! he will lift us from the dust.\\nBlow trumpet! live the strength and die the\\nlust!\\nClang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the\\nKing reign.\\nStrike for the King and die! and if thou\\ndiest,\\nThe King is King, and ever wills the highest.\\nOang battleaxe, and crash brand! Let the\\nKing reign.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 23\\nBlow, for our Sun is might} in his May!\\nBlow, for our Sun is mightier day by day\\nClang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the\\nKing reign.\\nThe King will follow Christ, and we the\\nKing\\nIn whom high God hath breathed a secret\\nthing.\\nFall battleaxe, and flash brand Let the King\\nreign.\\nSo sang the knighthood, moving to their hall.\\nThere at the banquet those great Lords frorn\\nRome,\\nThe slowly-fading mistress of the world,\\nStrode in, and claim d their tribute as of yore.\\nBut Arthur spake, Behold, for these have\\nsworn\\nTo wage my wars, and worship me their King;\\nThe old order changeth, yieldeth place to new\\nAnd we that fight for our fair father Christ,\\nSeeing that ye be grown too weak and old\\nTo drive the heathen from your Roman wall,\\nNo tribute will we pay: so those great lords\\nDrew back in wrath, and Arthur strove with\\nRome.\\nAnd Arthur and his knighthood for a space\\nWere all one will, and thro that strength the\\nKing\\nDrew in the petty princedoms under him,\\nFought, and in twelve great battles overcame\\nThe. heathen hordes, and made a realm and\\nreign d.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "24 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nTHE ROUND TABLE.\\nOARETH AND LYNETTE. /P^ THE HOLY GRAIL.\\nGERAINT AND ENID.J PELLEAS AND ETTARRE.\\nMERLIN AND VIVIEN. ATHE LAST TOURNAMENT.\\nLANCELOT AND ELAINE-^ GUINEVERE.y\\nGARETH AND LYNETTE.\\nThe last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,\\nAnd tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring,\\nStared at the spate. A slender-shafted Pine\\nLost footing-, fell, and so was whirl d away.\\nHow he went down, said Gareth, as a false\\nknight\\nOr evil king before my lance if lance\\nWere mine to use O senseless cataract,\\nBearing all down in thy precipitancy\\nAnd yet thou art but swollen with cold snows\\nAnd mine is living blood: thou dost His will,\\nThe Maker s, and not knowest, and I that\\nknow,\\nHave strength and wit, in my good mother s\\nhall\\nLinger with vacillating obedience,\\nPrison d, and kept and coax d and whistled to\\nSince the good mother holds me still a child!\\nGood mother is bad mother unto me!", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 25\\nA worse were better yet no worse would I\\nHeaven yield her for it, but in me put force\\nTo weary her ears with one continuous prayer,\\nUntil she let me fly discaged to sweep\\nIn ever-highering eagle-circles up\\nTo the great Sun of Glory, and thence swoop\\nDown upon all things base, and dash them\\ndead,\\nA knight of Arthur, working out his will,\\nTo cleanse the world. Why, Gawain, when he\\ncame\\nWith Modred hither in the summertime,\\nAsk d me to tilt with him, the proven knight.\\nModred for want of worthier was the judge.\\nThen I so shook him in the saddle, he said,\\nThou hast half prevail d against me, said so\\nhe\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTho Modred biting his thin lips was mute,\\nFor he is always sullen: what care P\\nAnd Gareth went, and hovering round her\\nchair\\nAsk d, Mother, tho ye count me still the\\nchild.\\nSweet mother, do ye love the child? She\\nlaugh d,\\nThou art but a wild-goose to question it.\\nThen, mother, an ye love the child, he said,\\nBeing a goose and rather tame than wild,\\nHear the child s story. Yea, my well-be-\\nloved.\\nAn twere but of the goose and golden eggs.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "26 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd Gareth answer d her with kindling eyes,\\nNay, nay, good mother, but this egg of mine\\nAVas finer gold than any goose can lay;\\nP or this an Eagle, a royal Eagle, laid\\nAlmost beyond eye-reach, on such a palm\\nAs glitters gilded in thy Book of Hours.\\nAnd there was ever haunting round the palm\\nA lusty youth, but poor, who often saw\\nThe splendor sparkling from aloft, and thought\\n*An I could climb and lay my hand upon it,\\nThen were I wealthier than a leash of kings.\\nBut ever when he reach d a hand to climb.\\nOne, that had loved him from his childhood,\\ncaught\\nAnd stay dhim, Climb not lest thou break thy\\nneck,\\nI charge thee by my love, and so the boy,\\nSweet mother, neither clomb, nor brake his\\nneck\\nBut brake his very heart in pining for it,\\nAnd past away.\\nTo whom the mother said,\\nTrue love, sweet son, had risk d himself and\\nclimb d.\\nAnd handed down the golden treasure to him.\\nAnd Gareth answer d her with kindling eyes,\\nGold? said I gold? ay then, why he, or she,\\nOr whosoe er it was, or half the world\\nHad ventured had the thing I spake of been\\nMere gold but this was all of that true steel,\\nWhereof they forged the brand Excalibur,\\nAnd lightnings play d about it in the storm,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 27\\nAnd all the little fowl were flurried at it,\\nAnd there were cries and clashings in the nest,\\nThat sent him from his senses: let me go.\\nThen Bellicent bemoan d herself and said,\\nHast thou no pity upon my loneliness?\\nLo, where thy father Lot beside the hearth^-_\\nLies like a log, and all but smoulder d o\\\\it\\\\/\\nFor ever since when traitor to the King\\nHe fought against him in the Barons war.\\nAnd Arthur gave him back his territory,\\nHis age hath slowly droopt, and now lies there\\nA yet-warm corpse, and yet unburiable,\\nNo more nor sees, nor hears, nor speaks, nor\\nknows.\\nAnd both thy brethren are in Arthur s hall.\\nAlbeit neither, loved with that full love\\nI feel for thee, nor worthy such a love\\nStay therefore thou red berries charm the bird,\\nAnd thee, mine innocent, the jousts, the wars,\\nWho never knewest finger-ache, nor pang\\nOf wrench d or broken limb an often chance\\nIn those brain-stunning shocks, and tourney-\\nfalls,\\nFrights to my heart; but stay: follow the deer\\nBy these tall firs and our fast falling burns;\\nSo make thy manhood mightier day by day\\nSweet is the chase: and I will seek thee out\\nSome comfortable bride and fair, to grace\\nThy climbing life, and cherish my prone year.\\nTill falling into Lot s forgetfulness\\nI knew not thee, myself, nor anything.\\nStay, my best son! ye are yet more boy than\\nman.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "28 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen Gareth, An ye hold me yet for child,\\nHear yet once more the story of the child.\\nFor, mother, there was once a King, like ours.\\nThe prince his heir, when tall and marriage-\\nable,\\nAsk d for a bride and thereupon the King\\nSet two before him. One was fair, strong,\\narm d\\nBut to be won by force and many men\\nDesired her; one, good lack, no man desired.\\nAnd these were the conditions of the King:\\nThat save he won the first by force, he needs\\nMust wed that other, whom no man desired,\\nA red-faced bride who knew herself so vile.\\nThat evermore she long d to hide herself,\\nNor fronted man or woman, eye to eye\\nYea some she cleaved to, but they died of her.\\nAnd one they call d her Fame; and one, O\\nMother,\\nHow can ye keep me tether d to you Shame\\nMan am I grown, a man s work must I do.\\nFollow the deer? follow the Christ, the King,\\nLive pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the\\nKing\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nElse^ wherefore born?\\nTo whom the mother said,\\nSweet son, for there be many who deem him\\nnot.\\nOr will not deem him, wholly proven King\\nAlbeit in mine own heart I knew him King,\\nWhen I was frequent with him in my youth.\\nAnd heard him Kingly speak, and doubted him\\nNo more than he, himself; but felt him mine.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 29\\nOf closest kin to me 3 et wilt thou leave\\nThine easeful biding here, and risk thine all,\\nLife, limbs, for one that is not proven King?\\nStay, till the cloud that settles round his\\nbirth\\nHath lifted but a little. Staj-, sweet son.\\nAnd Gareth answer d quickly, Not an hour,\\nSo that ye yield me I will walk thro fire,\\nMother, to gain it your full leave to go.\\nNot proven, who swept the dust of ruin!d\\nRome\\nFrom off the threshold of the realm, and crush d\\nThe Idolaters, and made the people free?\\nWho should be King save him who makes us\\nfree\\nSo when the Queen, who long had sought in\\nvain\\nTo break him from the intent to which he\\ngrew,\\nFound her son s will unwaveringly one,\\nShe answer d craftily, Will 5 e walk thro* fire?\\nWho walks thro fire will hardly heed the\\nsmoke.\\nAy, go then^ and ye must only one proof,\\nBefore thou ask the King to make thee\\nknight.\\nOf thine obedience and thy love to me.\\nThy mother, I demand,\\nAnd Gareth cried,\\nA hard one, or a hundred, so I go.\\nNay quick! the proof to prove me to the\\nquick!", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "30 IDYLLS OF THE KING\\nBut slowly spake the mother looking at him,\\nPrince, thou shalt go disguised to Arthur s\\nhall,\\nAnd hire thyself to serve for meats and drinks\\nAmong the scullions and the kitchen-knaves,\\nAnd those that hand the dish across the bar.\\nNor shalt thou tell thy name to any one.\\nAnd thou shalt serve a twelvemonth and a\\nday.\\nFor so the Queen believed that when her son\\nBeheld his only way to glory lead\\nLow down thro villain kitchen-vassalage,\\nHer own true Gareth was too princely-proud\\nTo pass thereby so should he rest with her,\\nClosed in her castle from the sound of arms.\\nSilent awhile was Gareth, then replied,\\nThe thrall in person may be free in soul,\\nAnd I shall see the jousts. Thy son am I.\\nAnd since thou art my mother, must obey.\\nI therefore yield me freely to thy will\\nFor hence will I, disguised, and hire myself\\nTo serve with scullions and with kitchen-\\nknaves;\\nNor tell my name to any no, not the King.\\nGareth awhile linger d. The mother s eye\\nFull of the wistful fear that he would go.\\nAnd turning toward him wheresoe er he turn d,\\nPerplext his outward purpose, till an hour,\\nWhen awaken d by the wind which with full\\nvoice\\nSwept bellowing thro the darkness on to dawn,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 31\\nHe rose, and out of slumber calling two\\nThat still had tended on him from his birth,\\nBefore the wakeful mother heard him, went.\\nThe three were clad like tillers of the soiL\\nSouthward they set their faces. The birds\\nmade\\nMelody on branch, and rnelody in mid air.\\nThe damp hill-slopes were quicken d into green\\nAnd the live green had kindled into flowers,\\nFor it was past the time of Easterday.\\nSo, when their feet were planted on the plain\\nThat broaden d toward the base of Camelot,\\nFar off they saw the silver misty morn\\nRolling her smoke above the Royal mountt\\nThat rose between the forest and the field.\\nAt times the summit of the high city flash d\\nAt times the spires and turrets half-way down\\nPrick d thro* the mist; at times the great gate\\nshone\\nOnly, that open d on the field below:\\nAnon, the whole fair city had disappear d.\\nThen those who went with Gareth were\\namazed,\\nOne crying Let us go no further, lord.\\nHere is a city of Enchanters, built\\nBy fairy Kings. The second echo d him,\\nLord, we have heard from our wise men at\\nhome\\nTo Northward, that this King is not the King\u00c2\u00bb\\nBut only changeling out of Fairyland,\\nWho drave the heathen hence by sorcery", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "32 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd Merlin s glamor. Then the first again,\\nLord, there is no such city-anywhere,\\nBut all a vision.\\nGareth answer d them\\nWith laughter, swearing he had glamor enow\\nIn his own blood, his princedom, youth and\\nhopes,\\nTo plunge old Merlin in the Arabian sea\\nSo push d them all unwilling toward the gate,\\nAnd there was no gate like it under heaven\\nFor barefoot on the keystone, which was lined\\nAnd rippled like an ever-fleeting wave,\\nThe Lady of the Lake stood all her dress\\nWept from her sides as water flowing away\\nBut like the cross her great and goodly arms\\nStretch d under all the cornice and upheld:\\nAnd drops of v;ater fell from either hand\\nAnd down from one a sword was hung, from\\none\\nA censer, either worn with wind and storm\\nAnd o er her breast floated the sacred fish\\nAnd in the space to left of her, and right,\\nWere Arthur s wars in weird devices done,\\nNew things and old co-twisted, as if Time\\nWere nothing, so inveterately, that men\\nWere giddy gazing there and over all\\nHigh on the top were those three Queens, the\\nfriends\\nOf Arthur, who should help him at his need.\\nThen those with Gareth for so long a space\\nStared at the figures, that at last it seem d\\nThe dragon-boughts and elvish emblemings", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 33\\nBegan to move, seethe, twine and curl they\\ncalled\\nTo Gareth, Lord, the gateway is alive.\\nAnd Gareth likewise on them fixt his eyes\\nSo long, that ev n to him they seem d to move.\\nOut of the city a blast of music peal d.\\nBack from the gate started the three, to whom\\nFrom out thereunder came an ancient man,\\nLong-bearded, saying, Who be ye, my sons?\\nThen Gareth, We be tillers of the soil,\\nWho leaving share in furrow come to see\\nThe glories of our King: but these, my men,\\n(Your city moved so weirdly in the mist)\\nDoubt if the King be King at all, or come\\nFrom Fairyland and whether this be built\\nBy magic, and by fairy Kings and Queens\\nOr whether there be any city at all.\\nOr all a vision and this music now\\nHath scared them both, but tell thou these the\\ntruth.\\nThen that old Seer made answer playing on\\nhim.\\nAnd saying, Son, I have seen the good ship\\nsail\\nKeel upward and mast downward in the\\nheavens.\\nAnd solid turrets topsy-turvy in air\\nAnd here is truth but an it please thee not,\\nTake thou the truth as thou hast told it me.\\nFor truly as thou sayst, a Fairy King\\nAnd Fairy Queens have built the city, son\\nThey came from out a sacred mountain-cleft\\n3 Idylla", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "34 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nToward the sunrise, each with harp in hand,\\nAnd built it to the music of their harps.\\nAnd as thou sayest, it is enchanted, son.\\nFor there is nothing in it as it seems\\nSaving the King; tho some there be that hold\\nThe King a shadow, and the city real\\nYet take thou heed of him, for, so thou pass\\nBeneath this archway, then wilt thou become\\n,A thrall to his enchantments, for the King\\nrWill bind thee by such vows, as is a shame\\nj^ man should not be bound by, yet the which\\nNo man can keep; but, so thou dread to swear,\\nPass not beneath this gateway, but abide\\nWithout, among the cattle of the field.\\nFor an ye heard a music, like enow\\nThey are building still, seeing the city is built\\nTo music, therefore never built at all,\\nAnd therefore built for ever.\\nGareth spake\\nAnger d, **01d Master, reverence thine own\\nbeard\\nThat looks as white as utter truth, and seems\\nWellnigh as long as thou art statured tall\\nWhy mockest thou the stranger that hath been\\nTo thee fair-spoken?\\nBut the Seer replied,\\nKnow ye not then the Riddling of the Bards?\\nConfusion, and elusion, and relation,\\nElusion, and occasion, and evasion\\nI mock thee not, but as thou mockest me.\\nAnd all that see thee, for thou art not who\\nThou seemest, but I know thee who thou art.\\nAnd now thou goest up to mock the King,\\nWho cannot brook the shadow of any lie.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 35\\nUnmockingly the mocker ending here\\nTurn d to the right, and past along the plain;\\nWhom Gareth looking after said, My men,\\nOur one white lie sits like a little ghost\\nHere on the threshold of our enterprise.\\nLet love be blamed for it not she, nor I\\nWell, we will make amends.\\nWith all good cheer\\nHe spake and laugh d, then enter d with his\\ntwain,\\nCamelot, a city of shadowy palaces\\nAnd stately, rich in emblem and the work\\nOf ancient kings who did their days in stone,\\nWhich Merlin s hand, the Mage at Arthur s\\ncourt.\\nKnowing all arts had touch d, and everywhere\\nAt Arthur s ordinance tiptwith lessening peak\\nAnd pinnacle, and had made it spire to heaven.\\nAnd ever and anon a knight w^ould pass\\nOutward or inward to the hall his arms\\nClash d; and the sound was good to Gareth s\\near.\\nAnd out of bower and casement shyly glanced\\nEyes of pure women, wholesome stars of love\\nAnd all about a healthful people stept\\nAs in the presence of a gracious king.\\nThen into hall Gareth ascending heard\\nA voice, the voice of Arthur, and beheld\\nFar over heads in that long- vaulted hall\\nThe splendor of the presence of the King\\nThroned, and delivering doom and look d no\\nmore", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "36 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBut felt his young heart hammering in his ears,\\nAnd thought, For this half -shadow of a lie\\nThe truthful King will doom me when I\\nspeak.\\nYet pressing on, tho all in fear to find\\nSir Gawain or Sir Modred, saw nor one\\nNor other, but in all the listening eyes\\nOf those tall knights that ranged about the\\nthrone.\\nClear honor shining like the dewy star\\nOf dawn, and faith in their great King with\\npure\\nAffection and the light of victory,\\nAnd glory gain d, and evermore to gain.\\nThen came a widow crying to the King,\\nAboon, Sir King! Thy father, Uther, reft\\nFrom my dead lord a field with violence;\\nFor howsoe er at first he proffer d gold,\\nYet, for the field was pleasant in our eyes,\\nWe yielded not and then he reft us of it\\nPerforce, and left us neither gold nor field.\\nSaid Arthur, Whether would ye? gold or\\nfield?\\nTo whom the woman weeping, Nay, my lord,\\nThe field was pleasant to my husband s eye.\\nAnd Arthur, Have thy pleasant field again,\\nAnd thrice the gold for Uther s use thereof,\\nAccording to the years. No boon is here,\\nBut justice, so thy say be proven true.\\nAccursed, who from the wrongs his father did\\nWould shape himself aright!", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 37\\nAnd while she past\\nCame yet another widow crying to him,\\nA boon, Sir King! Thine enemy, King, am L\\nWith thine own hand thou slewest my dear\\nlord,\\nA knight of Uther in the Barons war,\\nWhen Lot and many another rose and fought\\nAgainst thee, saying thou wert basely born\\nI held with these, and loathe to ask thee aught.\\nYet lo! my husband s brother had my son\\nThraird in his castle, and hath starved him\\ndead;\\nAnd standeth seized of that inheritance\\nWhich thou that slewest the sire hast left the\\nson.\\nSo tho I scarce can ask it thee for hate,\\nGrant me some knight to do the battle for me\\nKill the foul thief, and wreak me for my son.\\nThen strode a good knight forward, crying\\nto him,\\nA boon. Sir King! I am her kinsman, I;\\nGive me to right her wrong, and slay the man.\\nThen came Sir Kay, the seneschal, and cried,\\nA boon, Sir King! ev n that thou grant her\\nnone,\\nThis railer, that hath mock d thee in full hall\\nNone; or the wholesome boon of gyve and\\ngag.\\nBut Arthur, We sit, King, to help the\\nwrong d\\nThro all our realm. The woman loves her\\nlord.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "38 IDYLLS OF THE KING,\\nPeace to thee, woman, with thy loves and\\nhates\\nThe kings of old had doom d thee to the flames,\\nAurelius Emrys would have scourged thee\\ndead,\\nAnd Uther slit thy tongue: but get thee\\nhence\\nLest that rough humor of the kings of old\\nReturn upon me Thou that art her kin,\\nGo likewise lay him low and slay him not,\\nBut bring him here that I may judge the right.\\nAccording to the justice of the King:\\nThen, be he guilty, by that deathless King\\nWho lived and died for men, the man shall\\ndie.\\nThen came in hall the messenger of Mark,\\nA name of evil savour in the land,\\nThe Cornish king. In either hand he bore\\nWhat dazzled all, and shone far-off as shines\\nfield of charlock in the sudden sun\\nbetween two showers, a cloth of palest gold.\\nWhich down he laid before the throne, and\\nknelt.\\nDelivering, that his lord, the vassal king.\\nWas ev n upon his way to Camelot;\\nFor having heard that Arthur of his grace\\nHad made his goodly cousin, Tristram, knight,\\nAnd, for himself was of the greater state,\\nBeing a king, he trusted his liege-lord\\nWould yield him this large honor all the more\\nSo pray d him well to accept this cloth of gold,\\nIn token of true heart and fealty.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. Sd\\nThen Arthur cried to rend the cloth, to rend\\nIn pieces, and so cast it on the hearth.\\nAn oak-tree smoulder d there. The goodly\\nknight\\nWhat! shall the shield of Mark stand among\\nthese?\\nFor, midway down the side of that long hall\\nA stately pile, whereof along the front,\\nSome blazon d, some but carven, and some\\nblank.\\nThere ran a treble range of stony shields,\\nRose, and high-arching overbrow d the hearth.\\nAnd under every shield a knight was named:\\nFor this was Arthur s custom in his hall,\\nWhen some good knight had done one noble\\ndeed,\\nHis arms were carven only; but it twain\\nHis arms jvvere blazon d also; but if none\\nThe shield was blank and bare without a sign\\nSaving the name beneath and Gareth saw\\nThe shield of Gawain blazon d rich and\\nbright,\\nAnd Modred^s blank as death; and Arthur\\ncried\\nTo rend the cloth and cast it on the hearth.\\nMore like are we to reave him of his crown\\nThan make him knight because men call him\\nking.\\nThe kings we found, ye know we stay d their\\nhands\\nFrom war among themselves, but left thetn\\nkings;\\nOf whom were any bounteous, merciful,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "40 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nTnith-speaking, brave, good livers, them we\\nenroll d\\nAmong us, and they sit within our hall.\\nBut Mark hath tarnish d the great name ^of\\nking,\\nAs Mark would sully the low state of churl:\\nAnd, seeing he hath sent us cloth of gold,\\nReturn and meet, and hold him from our\\neyes,\\nLest we should lap him up in cloth of lead,\\nSilenced for ever craven a man of plots,\\nCraft, poisonous counsels, wayside ambush-\\nings\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNo fault of thine let Kay the seneschal\\nLook to thy wants, and send thee satisfied\\nAccursed, who strikes nor lets the hand be\\nseen!\\nAnd many another suppliant crying came\\nWith noise of ravage wrought by beast and\\nman,\\nAnd evermore a knight would ride away.\\nLast, Gareth leaning both hands heavily\\nDown on the shoulders of the twain, his\\nmen,\\nApproach d between them toward the King,-\\nand ask d,\\nA boon, Sir King (his voice was all ashamed),\\nFor see ye not how weak and hungerworn\\nI seem leaning on these? grant me to serve\\nFor meat and drink among thy kitchen -knaves\\nA twelvemonth and a day, nor seek my name.\\nHereafter I will fight.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KL\\\\G. 41\\nTo him the King,\\nA goodly youth and worth a goodlier boon!\\nBut so thou wilt no goodlier, then must Kay,\\nThe master of the meats and drinks be thine.\\nHe rose and past, then Kay, a man of mien\\nWan-sallow as the plant that feels itself\\nRoot-bitten by \\\\Vhite lichen,\\nLo, ye now!\\nThis fellow hath broken from some Abbey,\\nwhere,\\nGod wot, he had. not beef and brewis enow,\\nHowever that might chance but as he work,\\nLike any pigeon wiU I cram his crop.\\nAnd sleeker shall he shine than any hog.\\nThen Lancelot standing near, Sir Seneschal,\\nSleuth-hound thou knowest, and gray, and all\\nthe hounds,\\nA horse thou knowest, a man thou dost not\\nknow\\nBroad brows and fair, a fluent hair and fine,\\nHigh nose, a nostril large and fine, and hands\\nLarge, fair and $ne! Some young lad s\\nmystery\\nBut, or from sheepcot or kin s hall, the boy\\nIs noble-natured. Treat him with all grace\\nLest he should come to shame thy judging of\\nhim.\\nThen Kay, Whatmurmurest thou of mystery?\\nThink ye this fellow will poison the King s\\ndish?\\nNay, for he spake too fool-like mystery\\n4 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "42 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nTut, an the lad were noble, he had ask d\\nFor horse and armor, fair and fine, forsooth\\nSir Fine-face, Sir Fair-hands? but see thou to\\nit\\nThat thine own fineness, Lancelot, some fine\\nday\\nUndo thee not and leave my man to me.\\nSo Gareth all for glory underwent\\nThe sooty yoke of kitchen vassalage\\nAte with young lads his portion by the door,\\nAnd couch d at night with grimy kitchen-\\nknaves.\\nAnd Lancelot ever spake him pleasantly.\\nBut Kay the seneschal who loved him not\\nWould hustle and harry him, and labor him\\nBeyond his comrade of the hearth, and set\\nTo turn the broach, draw water, or hew wood,\\nOr grosser tasks; and Gareth bow d himself\\nWith all obedience to the King, and wrought\\nAll kinds of service with a noble ease\\nThat graced the lowliest act in doing it.\\nAnd when the thralls had talk among them-\\nselves.\\nAnd one would praise the love that linkt the\\nKing\\nAnd Lancelot how the King had saved his\\nlife\\n\\\\In battle twice, and Lancelot once the King s\\n^or Lancelot was the first in Tournament,\\nBut Arthur mightiest on the battle-field\\nGareth was glad. Or if some other told.\\nHow once the wandering forester at dawn,\\nFar over the blue tarns and hazy seas.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 43\\nOn Caer-Eryri s highest found the King,\\nA naked babe, of whom the Prophet spake,\\nHe passes to the Isle Avilion,\\nHe passes and is heal d and cannot die\\nGareth was glad. But if their talk were foul,\\nThen would he whistle rapid as any lark,\\nOr carol some old roundelay, and so loud\\nThat first they mock d, but, after, reverenced\\nhim.\\nOr Gareth telling some prodigious tale\\nOf knights, who sliced a red life-bubbling way\\nThro twenty-folds of twisted dragon, held\\nAll in a gap-mouth d circle his good mates\\nLying or sitting round him, idle hands,\\nCharm d; till Sir ,Kay, the seneschal, would\\ncome\\nBlustering upon them, like a sudden wind\\nAmong dead leaves, and drive them all apart.J\\nOr when the thralls had sport among them-\\nselves.\\nSo there were any trial of mastery,\\nHe, by two yards in casting bar or stone\\nWas counted best; and if there chanced a\\njoust,\\nSo that Sir Kay nodded him leave to go,\\nWould hAirry thither, and when he saw the\\nknights\\nClash like the coming and retiring wave.\\nAnd the spear spring, and good horse reel, the\\nboy\\nWas half beyond himself for ecstasy.\\nSo for a month he wrought among the thralls\\nBut in the weeks that follow d, the good Queen,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "44 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nRepentant of the word she made him swear,\\nAnd saddening in her childless castle, sent,\\nBetween the in-crescent and de-crescent moon,\\nArms for her son, and loosed him from his\\nvow.\\nThis, Gareth hearing from a squire of Lot\\nWith whom he used to play at tourney once,\\nWhen both were children, and in lonely haunts\\nWould scratch a ragged oval on the sand,\\nAnd each at either dash from either end\\nSham en ever made girl redder than Gareth\\njoy.\\nHe laugh d; he sprang. Out of the smoke, at\\nonce\\nI leap from Satan s foot to Peter s knee\\nThese news be mine, none other s nay, the\\nKing s\\nDescend into the city: whereon he sought\\nThe King alone, and found, and told him all.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*I have stagger d thy strong Gawain in a tilt\\nFor pastime yea, he said it joust can I.\\nMake me thy knight in secret let my name\\nBe hidd n, and give me the first quest, I spring\\nLike flame from ashes.\\nHere the King s calm eye\\nFell on, and check d and made him flush, and\\nbow\\nLowly, to kiss his hand, who answer d him,\\nSon, the good mother let me know thee here.\\nAnd sent her wish that I would yield thee\\nthine.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 45\\nMake thee my knight? my knights are sworn to\\nvows\\nOf titter hardihood, utter gentleness,\\nAnd, loving, utter faithfulness in love,\\nAnd uttermost obedience to the King.\\nThen Gareth, lightly springing from his\\nknees,\\nMy King, for hardihood I can promise thee.\\nFor uttermost obedience make demand\\nOf whom ye gave me to, the Seneschal,\\nNo mellow master of the meats and drinks!\\nAnd as for love, God wot, I love not yet,\\nBut love I shall, God willing.\\nAnd the King\\nMake thee my knight in secret? yea, but he.\\nOur noblest brother, and our truest man,\\nAnd one with me in all, he needs must know/*\\nLet Lancelot know, my King, let Lancelot\\nknow,\\nThy noblest and thy truest\\nAnd the King\\nBut wherefore would ye men should wonder\\nat you?\\nNay, rather for the sake of me, their King,\\nAnd the deed s sake my knighthood do the\\ndeed.\\nThan to be noised of.\\nMerrily Gareth ask d,\\nHave I not earn d my cake in baking of it?", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "46 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nj\\nLet be my name until I make my name!\\nMy deeds will speak; it is but for a day.\\nSo with a kindly hand on Gareth s arm\\nSmiled the great King, and half-unwillingly\\nLoving his lusty 3^outhhood yielded to him,\\nThen, after summoning Lancelot privily,\\nI have given him the first quest: he is not\\nproven,\\nLook therefore when he calls for this in hall.\\nThou get to horse and follow him far away.\\nCover the lions on thy shield, and see\\nFar as thou mayest, he be nor ta en nor slain.\\nThen that same day there past into the hall\\nA damsel of high lineage, and a brow\\nMay-blossom, and a cheek of apple-blossom,\\nHawk-eyes; and lightly was her slender nose\\nTip-tilted like the petal of a flower;\\nShe into hall past with her page and cried,\\n0 King, for thou hast driven the foe without,\\nSee to the foe within bridge, ford, beset\\nBy bandits, every one that owns a tower\\nThe Lord for half a league. Why sit ye there?\\nRest would I not, Sir King, an I were king,\\nTill ev n the lonest hold were all as free\\nFrom cursed bloodshed, as thine altar-cloth\\nFrom that best blood it is a sin to spill.\\nComfort thyself, said Arthur, I nor mine\\nRest so my knighthood keep the vows they\\nswore,\\nThe wastest moorland of our realm shall be\\nSafe, damsel, as the centre of this halL\\nWhat is thy name? thy need?", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 47\\nMy name? she said\\nLynette my name; noble; my need, a knight\\nTo combat for my sister, Lyonors,\\nA lady of high lineage, of great lands.\\nAnd comely, yea, and comelier than myself.\\nShe lives in Castle Perilous: a river\\nRuns in three loops about her living-place\\nAnd o er it are three passings, and three\\nknights\\nDefend the passings, brethren, and a fourth\\nAnd of that four the mightiest, holds her stay d\\nIn her own castle, and so besieges her\\nTo break her will, and make her wed with him\\nAnd but delays his purport till thou send\\nTo do the battle with him, thy chief man,\\nSir Lancelot whom he trusts to overthrow.\\nThen wed, with glory but she will not wed\\nSave whom she loveth, or a holy life.\\nNow therefore have I come for Lancelot.\\nThen Arthur mindful of Sir Gareth ask d,\\nDamsel, ye know this Order lives to crush\\nAll wrongers of the Realm. But say, these\\nfour,\\nWho be they? What the fashion of the men?\\nThey be of foolish fashion, O Sir King,\\nThe fashion of that old knight-errantry\\nWho ride abroad and do but what they will\\nCourteous or bestial from the moment, such\\nAs have nor law nor king; and three of these\\nProud in their fantasy call themselves the Day,\\nMorning Star, and Noon-Sun, and Evening-\\nStar,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "48 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBeing strong fools and never a whit more wise\\nThe fourth, who alway rideth arm d in black,\\nA huge man-beast of boundless savagery.\\nHe names himself the Night and oftener Death,\\nAnd wears a helmet mounted with a skull,\\nAnd bears a skeleton figured on his arms.\\nTo show that who may slay or scape the three\\nSlain by himself shall enter endless night.\\nAnd all these four be fools, but mighty men.\\nAnd therefore am I come for Lancelot.\\nHereat Sir Gareth call d from where he rose,\\nA head with kindling eyes above the throng,\\nA boon. Sir King this quest! then for he\\nmark d\\nKay near him groaning like a wounded bull\\nYea, King, thou knowest thy kitchen-knave\\nam I,\\nAnd mighty thro thy meats and drinks am I,\\nAnd I can topple over a hundred such.\\nThy promise. King, and Arthur glancing at\\nhim.\\nBrought down a momentary brow. Rough,\\nsudden.\\nAnd pardonable, worthy to be knight\\nGo therefore, and all hearers are amazed.\\nBut on the damsel s forehand shame, pride,\\nwrath\\nSlew the May-white she lifted either arm,\\nFie on thee. King! I ask d for thy chief\\nknight,\\nAnd thou hast given me but a kitchen-knave.\\nThen ere a man in hall could stay her, turn d,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 49\\nFled down the lane of access to the King,\\nTook horse, descended the slope street, and\\npast\\nThe weird white gate, and paused without, be-\\nside\\nThe field of tourney, murmuring kitchen-\\nknave.\\nNow two great entries open d from the hall.\\nAt one end one, that gave upon a range\\nOf level pavement where the King would pace\\nAt sunrise, gazing over plain and wood\\nAnd down from this a lordly stairway sloped\\nTill lost in blowing-trees and tops of towers\\nAnd out by this m^in doorway past the King.\\nBut one was counter to the hearth, and rose\\nHigh that the highest-crested helm could ride\\nTherethro nor graze and by this entry fled\\nThe damsel in her wrath, and on to this\\nSir Gareth strode, and saw without the door\\nKing Arthur s gift, the worth of half a town,\\nA warhorse of the best, and near it stood\\nThe two that out of north had follow d him\\nThis bare a maiden shield, a casque; that held\\nThe horse, the spear, whereat Sir Gareth loosed\\nA cloak that dropt from collar-bone to heel,\\nA cloth of roughest web, and cast it down.\\nAnd from it like a fuel-smother d fire.\\nThat lookt half-dead, brake bright, and flash d\\nas those\\nDull-coated things, that making slide apart\\nTheir dusk wing-cases, all beneath their burns\\nA jewell d harness, ere they pass and fly.\\nSo Gareth ere he parted flash d in arms.\\n4", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "50 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen as he donn d the helm, and took the\\nshield\\nAnd mounted horse and graspt a spear, of grain\\nStorm-strengthen d on a windy site, and tipt\\nWith trenchant steel, around him slowly prest\\nThe people, while from out of kitchen came\\nThe thralls in throng, and seeing who had\\nwork d\\nLustier than any, and whom they could but\\nlove,\\nMounted in arms, threw up their caps and\\ncried,\\nGod bless the King, and all his fellowship!\\nAnd on thro lanes of shouting Gareth rode\\nDown the slope street, and past without the\\ngate.\\nSo Gareth past with joy but as the cur\\nPluckt from the cur he fights with, ere his cause\\nBe cool d by fighting, follows, being named.\\nHis owner, but remembers all, and growls\\nRemembering, so Sir Kay beside the door\\nMutter d in scorn of Gareth whom he used\\nTo harry and hustle.\\nBound upon a quest\\nWith horse and arms the King hath past his\\ntime\\nMy scullion knave Thralls to your work again.\\nFor an your fire be low ye kindle mine\\nWill there be dawn in West and eve in East?\\nBegone my knave belike and like enow\\nSome old head-blow not heeded in his youth\\nSo shook his wits they wander in his prime", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 51\\nCrazed How the villain lifted up his voice,\\nNor shamed to bawl himself a kitchen-knave,\\nTut he was tanae and meek enow with me,\\nTill peacock d up with Lancelot s noticing-.\\nWell I will after my loud knave, and learn\\nWhether he know me for his master yet.\\nOut of the smoke he came, and so my lance\\nHold, by God s grace, he shall into the mire\\nThence, if the King awaken from his craze,\\nInto the smoke again.\\nBut Lancelot said,\\nKay, wherefore wilt thou go against the\\nKing,\\nFor that did never he whereon ye rail,\\nBut ever meekly served the King in thee?\\nAbide take counsel for this lad is great\\nAnd lusty, and knowing both of lance and\\nsword.\\nTut, tell not me, said Kay, ye are overfine\\nTo mar stout knaves with foolish courtesies:\\nThen mounted, on thro silent faces rode\\nDown the slope city, and out beyond the gate.\\nBut by the field of tourney lingering yet\\nMutter d the damsel, Wherefore did the King\\nScorn me? for, were Sir Lancelot lackt, at least\\nHe might have yielded to me one of those\\nWho tilt for lady s love and glory here,\\nRather than O sweet heaven! O fie upon\\nhim\\nHis kitchen-knave.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "52 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nTo whom Sir Gareth drew\\n(And there were none but few goodlier than he)\\nShining in arms, Damsel, the quest is mine.\\nLead, and I follow. She thereat, as one\\nThat smells a foul-flesh d agaric in the holt.\\nAnd deems it carrion of some woodland thing,\\nOr shrew, or weasel, nipt her slender nose\\nWith petulant thumb and finger, shrilling^\\nHence!\\nAvoid, thou smellest all of kitchen-grease.\\nAnd look -who comes behind, for there was\\nKay,\\nKnowest thou not me? thy master? I am Kay.\\nWe lack thee by the hearth.\\nAnd Gareth to him,\\nMaster no more! too well I know thee, ay\\nThe most ungentle knight in Arthur s hall.\\nHave at thee then, said Kay; they shock d,\\nand Kay\\nFell shoulder-slipt, and Gareth cried again,\\nLead, and I follow, and fast away she fled.\\nBut after sod and shingle ceased to fly\\nBehind her, and the heart of her good horse\\nWas nigh to burst with violence of the beat,\\nPerforce she stay d, and overtaken spoke.\\nWhat dost thou, scullion, in my fellowships\\nDeem St thou that I accept thee aught the more\\nOr love thee better, that by some device\\nFull cowardly, or by mere unhappiness.\\nThou hast overthrown and slain thy master\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthou", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 53\\nDish-washer and broach-turner, loon! tome\\nThou smellest all of kitchen as before!\\nDamsel, Sir Gareth answer d gently, say\\nWhate er ye will, but whatsoe er ye say,\\nI leave not till I finish this fair quest,\\nO die therefor,\\nAy, wilt thou finish it?\\nSweet lord, how like a noble knight he talks!\\nThe listening rogue hath caught the manner of\\nit.\\nBut, knave, anon thou shalt be met with, knave,\\nAnd then by such a one that thou for all\\nThe kitchen brewis that was ever supt\\nShalt not once dare to look him in the face.\\nI shall assay, said Gareth with a smile\\nThat madden d her, and away she flash d again\\nDown the long avenues of a boundless wood,\\nAnd Gareth following was again beknaved.\\nSir Kitchen- knave, I have miss d the only\\nway\\nWhere Arthur s men are set along the wood;\\nThe wood is nigh as full of thieves as leaves;\\nIf both be slain, I am rid of thee but yet\\nSir Scullion, canst thou use that spit of thine?\\nFight, an thou canst: I have miss d the only\\nway.\\nSo till the dusk that follow d evensong\\nRode on the two, reviler and reviled\\nThen after one long slope was mounted, saw,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "54 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBowl-shaped, thro tops of many thousand\\npines\\nA gloomy, gladed hollow slowly sink\\nTo westward in the deeps whereof a mere,\\nRound as the red eye of an Eagle-owl,\\nUnder the half -dead sunset glared; and shouts\\nAscended, and there brake a servingman\\nFlying from out of the black wood, and crying,\\n*They have bound my lord to cast him in\\nthe mere.\\nThen Gareth, Bound am I to right the\\nwrong d,\\nBut straitlier bound am I to bide with thee.\\nAnd when the damsel spake contemptuously,\\nLead, and I follow, Gareth cried again,\\nFollow, I lead! so down among the pines\\nHe plunged; and there, blackshadow d nigh\\nthe mere.\\nAnd mid-thigh deep in bulrushes and reed,\\nSaw six tall men haling a seventh along,\\nA stone about his neck to drown him in it.\\nThree with good blows he quieted, but three\\nFled thro the pines; and Gareth loosed the\\nstone\\nFrom off his neck, then in the mere beside\\nTumbled it oilily bubbled up the mere.\\nLast, Gareth loosed his bonds, and on free feet\\nSet him, a stalwart baron, Arthur s friend.\\nWell, that ye came, or else these caitiff\\nrogues\\nHad wreak d themselves on me; good cause is\\ntheirs\\nTo hate me, for my wont hath ever been\\nm", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 55\\nTo catch my thief, and then like vermin here\\nDrown him, and with a stone about his neck\\nAnd under this wan water many of them\\nLie rotting, but at night let go the stone,\\nAnd rise, and flickering in a grimly light\\nDance on the mere, Good now, ye have saved\\na life\\nWorth somewhat as the cleanser of this wood.\\nAnd fain would I reward thee worshipfully.\\nWhat guerdon will ye?\\nGareth sharply spake,\\nNone! for the deed s sake have I done the\\ndeed.\\nIn uttermost obedience to the King.\\nBut wilt thou yield this damsel harbourage?\\nWhereat the Baron saying, I well believie\\nYou be of Arthur s Table, a light laugh\\nBroke from Lynette, Ay, truly of a truth.\\nAnd in a sort, being Arthur s kitchen-knave!\\nBut deem not I accept thee aught the more.\\nScullion, for running sharply with thy spit\\nDown on a rout of craven foresters.\\nA thresher with his flail had scattered them.\\nNay for thou smellest of the kitchen still.\\nBut an this lord will yield us harbourage,\\nWell.\\nSo she spake. A league beyond the wood.\\nAll in a full fair manor and a rich,\\nHis towers where that day a feast had been\\nHeld in high hall, and many a viand left,\\nAnd many a costly cate, received the three.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "56 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd there they placed a peacock in his pride\\nBefore the damsel, and the Baron set\\nGareth beside her, but at once she rose.\\nMeseems, that here is much discourtesy,\\nSetting this knave, Lord Baron, at my side,\\nHear me this morn I stood in Arthur s hall,\\nAnd pray d the King- would grant me Lancelot\\nTo fight the brotherhood of Day and Night\\nThe last a monster unsubduable\\nOf any save of him for whom I call d\\nSuddenly bawls this frontless kitchen -knave,\\n*The quest is mine; thy kitchen-knave am I,\\nAnd mighty thro thy meats and drinks am I.\\nThen Arthur all at once gone mad replies,\\n*Go therefore, and so gives the quest to him\\nHim here a villain fitter to stick swine\\nThan ride abroad redressing women s wrong,\\nOr sit beside a noble gentlewoman.\\nThen half-ashamed and part-amazed, the lord\\nNow look d at one and now at other; left\\nThe damsel by the peacock in his pride,\\nAnd, seating Gareth at another board.\\nSat down beside him, ate and then began.\\nFriend, whether thou be kitchen-knave, or\\nnot,\\nOr whether it be the maiden s fantasy.\\nAnd whether she be mad, or else the King,\\nOr both or neither, or thyself be mad,\\nI ask not: but thou strikest a strong stroke.\\nFor strong thou art and goodly therewithal,\\nAnd saver of my life and therefore now^", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 57\\nFor here be mighty men to joust with, weigh\\nWhether thou wilt not with thy damsel back\\nTo crave again Sir Lancelot of the King.\\nThy pardon I but speak for thine avail,\\nThe saver of my life.\\nAnd Gareth said,\\nFull pardon, but I follow up the quest,\\nDespite of Day and Night and Death and\\nHell.\\nSo when, next morn, the lord whose life he\\nsaved\\nHad, some brief space, convey d them on their\\nway\\nAnd left them with God-speed, Sir Gareth\\nspake,\\nLead, and I follow. Haughtily she replied^\\nI fly no more; I allow thee for an hour.\\nLion and stoat have isled together, knave.\\nIn time of flood. Nay, furthermore, methinks\\nSome ruth is mine for thee. Back, wilt thou,\\nfool?\\nFor hard by here is one will overthrow\\nAnd slay thee; then will I to court again,\\nAnd shame the King for only yielding me\\nMy champion from the ashes of his hearth.\\nTo whom Sir Gareth answer d courteously,\\nSay thou thy say, and I will do my deed.\\nAllow me for mine hour, and thou wilt find\\nMy fortunes all as fair as hers who lay\\nAmong the ashes and wedded the King s son.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "58 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen to the shore of one of those long loops\\nWherethro the serpent river coil d, they came.\\nBough-thicketed were the banks and steep; the\\nstream\\nFull, narrow this a bridge of single arc\\nTook at a leap and on the further side\\nArose a silk pavilion, gay with gold\\nIn streaks and rays, and all Lent-lily in hue,\\nSave that the dome was purple, and above,\\nCrimson, a slender banneret fluttering.\\nAnd therebefore the lawless warrior paced\\nUnarm d and calling. Damsel, is this he,\\nThe champion thou hast brought from Ar-\\nthur s hall?\\nFor whom we let thee pass. Nay, nay,\\nshe said,\\nSir Morning Star. The King in utter scorn\\nOf thee and thy much folly hath sent thee here\\nHis kitchen-knave, and look thou to thyself;\\nSee that he fall not on thee suddenly,\\nAnd slay thee unarm d; he is not knight, but\\nknave.\\nThen at his call, O daughters of the Dawn,\\nAnd servants of the Morning- Star, approach,\\nArm m.e, from out the silken curtain-folds\\nBare-footed and bare-headed three fair girls\\nIn gilt and rosy raiment came their feet\\nIn dewy grasses glisten d; and the hair\\nAll over glanced with dewdrop or with gem\\nLike sparkles in the stone Avanturine.\\nThese arm d him in blue arms, and gave a\\nshield\\nBlue also, and thereon the mornincr star.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 59\\nAnd Gareth silent gazed upon the knight,\\nWho stood a moment, ere his horse was brought,\\nGlorying; and in the stream beneath him,\\nshone,\\nImmingled with Heaven s azure waveringly,\\nThe gay pavilion and the naked feet.\\nHis arms, the rosy raiment, and the star.\\nThen she that watch d him, Wherefore stare\\nye so?\\nThou shakest in thy fear: there yet is time:\\nFlee down the valley before he get to horse.\\nWho will cry shame? Thou art not knight,\\nbut knave.\\nSaid Gareth, Damsel, whether knave or\\nknight,\\nFar liefer had I fight a score of times\\nThan hear thee so missay me and revile.\\nFair words were best for him who fights for\\nthee:\\nBut truly foul are better, for they send\\nThat strength of anger thro mine arms, I\\nknow\\nThat I shall overthrow him.\\nAnd he that bore\\nThe star, being mounted, cried from o er the\\nbridge,\\nA kitchen-knave, and sent in scorn of me!\\nSuch fight not I, but answer scorn with scorn.\\nFor this were shame to do him further wrong\\nThan set him on his feet, and take his horse\\nAnd arms, and so return him to the King.\\nCome, therefore, leave thy lady lightly, knave.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "60 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAvoid for it beseemeth not a knave\\nTo ride with such a lady.\\nDog, thou liest.\\nI spring from loftier lineage than thine own.\\nHe spake; and all at fiery speed the two\\nShock d on the central bridge, and either spear\\nBent but not brake, and either knight at once,\\nHurl d as a stone from out of a catapult\\nBeyond his horse s crupper and the bridge,\\nFell, as if dead but quickly rose and drew,\\nAnd Gareth lash d so fiercely with his brand\\nHe drave his enemy backward down the\\nbridge,\\nThe damsel crying, Well-stricken, kitchen-\\nknave\\nTill Gareth s shield was cloven but one stroke\\nLaid him that clove it groveling on the\\nground.\\nThen cried the fall n, Take not my life; I\\nyield.\\nAnd Gareth, So this damsel ask it of me\\nGood I accord it easily as a grace.\\nShe reddening, Insolent scullion: I of thee?\\nI bound to thee for any favor ask d!\\nThen shall he die. And Gareth there\\nunlaced\\nHis helmet as to slay him, but she shriek d,\\nBe not so hardy, scullion, as to slay\\nOne nobler than thyself. Damsel, thy\\ncharge\\nIs an abounding pleasure to me. Knight,\\nThy life is thine at her command. Arise\\nAnd quickly pass to Arthur s hall, and say", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 61\\nHis kitchen-knave hath sent thee. See thou\\ncrave\\nHis pardon for thy breaking of his laws.\\nMyself, when I return, will plead for thee.\\nThy shield is mine farewell; and, damsel,\\nthou.\\nLead, and I follow.\\nAnd fast away she fled.\\nThen when he came upon her, spake,\\nMethought,\\nKnave, when I watch d thee striking on the\\nbridge\\nThe savour of thy kitchen came upon me\\nA little faintlier: but the wind hath changed:\\nI scent it twenty- fold. And then she sang,\\nO morning star (not that tall felon there\\nWhom thou by sorcery or unhappiness\\nOr some device, hast foully overthrown),\\n*0 morning star that smilest in the blue,\\nO star, my morning dream hath proven true,\\nSmile sweetly, thou my love hath smiled on\\nme.\\nBut thou begone, take counsel, and away,\\nFor hard by here is one that guards a ford\\nThe second brother in their fool s parable\\nWill pay thee all thy wages, and to boot.\\nCare not for shame thou art not knight but\\nknave.\\nTo whom Sir Gareth answer d, laughingly,\\nParables? Hear a parable of the knave.\\nWhen I was kitchen-knave among the rest\\nFierce was the hearth, and one of my co-mates\\nOwn d a rough dog, to whom he cast his coat,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "62 IDYLLS OF THE KL\\\\G.\\nGuard it, and there was none to meddle with\\nit.\\nAnd such a coat art thou, and thee the King\\nGave me to guard, and such a dog am I,\\nTo worry, and not to flee and knight or\\nknave\\nThe knave that doth thee service as full knight\\nIs all as good, meseems, as any knight\\nToward thy sister s freeing.\\nAy, Sir Knave!\\nAy, knave, because thou strikest as a knight,\\nBeing but knave, I hate thee all the more.\\nFair damsel, you should worship me the\\nmore.\\nThat, being but knave, I throw thine enemies.\\nAy, ay, she said, but thou shalt meet thy\\nmatch.\\nSo when they touch d the second river-loop,\\nHuge on a huge red horse, and all in mail\\nBurnish d to blinding, shone the Noonday Sun\\nBeyond a raging shallow. As if the flower,\\nThat blows a globe of after arrowlets.\\nTen thousand-fold had grown, flash d the flerce\\nshield.\\nAll sun; and Gareth s eyes had flying blots\\nBefore them when he turn d from watching\\nhim.\\nHe from beyond the roaring shallow roar d,\\nWhat doest thou, brother, in my marches\\nhere?\\nAnd she athwart the shallow shrill d again,\\nHere is a kitchen-knave from Arthur s hall", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 63\\nHath overthrown thy brother, and hath his\\narms.\\nUgh! cried the Sun, and vizoring up a red\\nAnd cipher face of rounded foolishness,\\nPush d horse across the foamings of the ford^\\nWhom Gareth met midstream: no room was\\nthere\\nFor lance or tourney-skill four strokes they\\nstruck\\nWith sword, and these were mighty; the new-\\nknight\\nHad fear he might he shamed; but as the Sun.\\nHeaved up a ponderous arm to strike the fifth.\\nThe hoof of his horse slipt in the stream, the\\nstream\\nDescended, and the Sun was wash d away.\\nThen Gareth laid his lance athwart the ford;\\nSo drew him home; but he that fought no\\nmore,\\nAs being all bone-batter d on the rock.\\nYielded; and Gareth sent him to the King.\\nMyself when I return will plead for thee.\\nLead, and I follow. Quietly she led.\\nHath not the good wind, damsel, changed\\nagain?\\nNay, not a point; nor art thou victor here.\\nThere lies a ridge of slate across the ford\\nHis horse thereon stumbled ay, for I saw it.\\n*0 Sun (not this strong fool whom thou.\\nSir Knave,\\nHast overthrown thro mere unhappiness),", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "64 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\n*0 Sun, that wakenest all to bliss or pain,\\nO moon, that layest all to sleep again,\\nShine sweetly twice my love hath smiled on\\nme.*\\nWhat knowest thou of love-song or of love?\\nNay, nay, God wot, so thou wert nobly born.\\nThou hast a pleasant presence. Yea, per-\\nchance,\\nO dewy flowers that open to the sun,\\nO dewy flowers that close when day is done.\\nBlow sweetly: twice my love hath smiled on\\nme.\\nWhat knowest thou of flowers, except, be-\\nlike,\\nTo garnish meats with? hath not our good\\nKing\\nWho lent me thee, the flower of kitchendom,\\nA foolish love for flowers? what stick ye round\\nThe pastry? wherewithal deck the boar s head?\\nPlowers? nay, the boar hath rosemaries and\\nbay.\\n*0 birds that warble to the morning sky,\\nO birds that warble as the day goes by,\\nSing sweetly twice my love hath smiled on\\nme.*\\nWhat knowest thou of birds, lark, mavis,\\nmerle.\\nLinnet? what dream ye when they utter forth\\nMay-music growing with the growing light,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 65\\nTheir sweet sun-worship? these be for the\\nsnare\\n(So runs thy fancy), these be for the spit.\\nLarding and basting. See thou have not now\\nLarded thy last, except thou turn and fly,\\nThere stands the third fool of their allegory.\\nFor there beyond a bridge of treble bow,\\nAll in a rose-red from the west, and all\\nNaked it seem d, and glowing in the broad\\nDeep-dimpled current underneath, the knight,\\nThat named himself the Star of Evening stood.\\nAnd Gareth, Wherefore waits the madman\\nthere\\nNaked in open dayshine? Nay, she cried,\\nNot naked, only wrapt in harden d skins\\nThat fit him like his own and so ye cleave\\nHis armor off him, these will turn the blade.\\nThen the third brother shouted o er the\\nbridge,\\nO brother- star, why shine ye here so low?\\nThy ward is higher up: but have ye slain\\nThe damsel s champion? and the damsel\\ncried,\\nNo star of thine, but shot from Arthur s\\nheaven\\nWith all disaster unto thine and thee\\nFor both thy younger brethren have gone\\ndown\\nBefore this youth; and so wilt thou, Sir Star;\\nArt thou not old?\\n5 Idylla", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "66 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nOld, damsel, old and hard,\\nOld, with the might and breath of twenty\\nboys.\\nSaid Gareth, Old, and over- bold in brag!\\nBut that same strength which threw the Morn-\\ning Star\\nCan throw the Evening.\\nThen that other blew\\nA hard and deadly note upon the horn.\\nApproach and arm me With slow steps\\nfrom out\\nAn old storm-beaten, russet, many stain d\\nPavilion, forth a grizzed damsel came,\\nAnd arm d him in old arms, and brought a\\nhelm\\nWith but a drying evergreen for crest.\\nAnd gave a shield whereon the Star of Even\\nHalf-tarnish d and half-bright, his emblem,\\nshone.\\nBut when it glitter d o er the saddle-bow,\\nThey madly hurl d together on the bridge;\\nAnd Gareth overthrew him, lighted, drew,\\nThere met him drawn, and overthrew him\\nagain.\\nBut up like fire he started and as oft\\nAs Gareth brought him grovelling on his\\nknees,\\nSo many a time he vaulted up again\\nTill Gareth panting hard, and his great heart,\\nForedooming all his trouble was in vain,\\nLaborM within him, for he seem d as one\\nThat all in later, sadder age begins\\nTo Vv^ar against ill uses of a life,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 67\\nBut these from all his life arise, and cry,\\nThou hast made us lords, and canst not put\\nus down\\nHe half despairs; so Gareth seem d to strike\\nVainly, the damsel clamoring all the while,\\nWell done, knave-knight, well striken, O\\ngood knight-knave\\nO knave, as noble as any of all the knights\\nShame me not, shame me not. I have\\nprophesied\\nStrike, thou art worthy of the Table Round\\nHis arms are old, he trusts the harden d\\nskin\\nStrike strike the wind will never change\\nagain.\\nAnd Gareth hearing ever stronglier smote,\\nAnd hew d great pieces of his armor off him.\\nBut lash d in vain against the harden d skin.\\nAnd could not wholly bring him under, more\\nThan loud Southwesterns, rolling ridge on\\nridge,\\nThe buoy that rides at sea, and dips and\\nsprings\\nFor ever; till at length Sir Gareth s brand\\nClash d his, and brake it utterly to the hilt.\\nI have thee now; but forth that other\\nsprang,\\nAnd, all unknightlike, writhed his wiry arms\\nAround him, till he felt, despite his mail.\\nStrangled, but straining ev n his uttermost\\nCast, and so hurl d him headlong o er the\\nbridge\\nDown to the river, sink or swim, and cried,\\nLead, and I follow.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "68 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBut the damsel said,\\nI lead no longer ride thou at my side\\nThou art the kingliest of all kitchen-knaves.\\n*0 trefoil, sparkling on the rainy plain,\\nO rainbow with three colors after rain,\\nShine sweetly thrice my love hath smiled on\\nme.\\n**Sir, and, good faith, I fain had added\\nKnight,\\nBut that I heard thee call thyself a knave,\\nShamed am I that I so rebuked, reviled,\\nMissaid thee; noble I am; and thought the\\nKing\\nScorn d me and mine; and now thy pardon,\\nfriend.\\nFor thou hast ever answer d courteously,\\nAnd wholly bold thou art, and meek withal\\nAs any of Arthur s best, but, being knave.\\nHast mazed my wit: I marvel what thou art.\\nDamsel, he said, you be not all to blame.\\nSaving that you mistrusted our good king\\nWould handle scorn, or yield you, asking, one\\nNot fit to cope your quest. You said your say\\nMine answer was my deed. Good sooth I hold\\nHe scarce is knight, yea but half -man, nor meet\\nTo fight for gentle damsel, he, who lets\\nHis heart be stirr d with any foolish heat\\nAt any gentle damsel s waywardness.\\nShamed? care not! thy foul sayings fought for\\nme:\\nAnd seeing now thy words are fair, methinks", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 69\\nThere rides no knight, no Lancelot, his great\\nself,\\nHath force to quell me.\\nNigh upon that hour\\nWhen the lone hern forgets his melancholy,\\nLets down his other leg, and stretching,\\ndreams\\nOf goodly supper in the distant pool,\\nThen turn d the noble damsel smiling at him,\\nAnd told him of a cavern hard at hand,\\nWhere bread and baken meats and good red\\nwine\\nOf Southland, which the Lady Lyonors\\nHad sent her coming champion, waited him.\\nAnon they past a narrow comb wherein\\nWere slabs of rock with figures, knights on\\nhorse\\nSculptured, and deckt in slowly-waning hues.\\n*Sir Knave, my knight, a hermit once was\\nhere,\\nWhose holy hand hath fashion d on the rock\\nThe war of Time against the soul of man,\\nAnd yon four fools have suck d their alle-\\ngory\\nFrom these damp walls, and taken but the\\nform.\\nKnow ye not these? and Gareth lookt and\\nread\\nIn letters like to those the vexillary\\nHath left crag-cavern o er the streaming Gelt\\nPhosphorus, then Meredies Hes-\\nperus", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "70 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nNox Mors, beneath five figures, armed\\nmen.\\nSlab after slab, their faces forward all,\\nAnd running down the Soul, a Shape that fled\\nWith broken wings, torn raiment and loose\\nhair,\\nFor help and shelter to the hermit s cave.\\nFollow the faces, and we find it. Look,\\nWho comes behind?\\nFor one delay d at first\\nThro helping back the dislocated Kay\\nTo Camelot, then by what thereafter chanced,\\nThe damsel s headlong error thro the wood\\nSir Lancelot, having swum the river-loops\\nHis blue shield-lions cover d softly drew\\nBehind the twain, and when he saw the star\\nGleam, on Sir Gareth s turning to him, cried,\\nStay, felon knight, I avenge me for my\\nfriend.\\nAnd Gareth crying prick d against the cry;\\nBut when they closed in a moment at one\\ntouch\\nOf that skill d spear, the wonder of the world\\nWent sliding down so easily, and fell,\\nThat when he found the grass within his hands\\nHe laugh d; the laughter jarr d upon Lynette:\\nHarshly she ask d him, Shamed and over-\\nthrown.\\nAnd tumbled back into the kitchen-knave.\\nWhy laugh ye? that ye blew your boast in vain?\\nNay, noble damsel, but that I, the son\\nOf old King Lot and good Queen Bellicent,\\nAnd victor of the bridges and the ford,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 71\\nAnd knight of Arthur, here lie thrown by\\nwhom\\nI know not, all thro mere unhappiness\\nDevice and sorcery and unhappiness\\nOut, sword; we are thrown I And Lancelot\\nanswer d, Prince,\\nO Gareth thro* the mere unhappiness\\nOf one who came to help thee, not to harm,\\nLancelot, and all as glad to find thee whole,\\nAs on the day when Arthur knighted him.\\nThen Gareth, Thou Lancelot! thine the\\nhand\\nThat threw me? An some chance to mar the\\nboast\\nThy brethren of thee make which could not\\nchance\\nHad sent thee down before a lesser spear,\\nShamed had I been, and sad O Lancelot\\nthou!\\nWhereat the maiden, petulant, Lancelot,\\nWhy came ye not, when call d? and where-\\nfore now\\nCome ye, not call d? I gloried in m}^ knave,\\nWho being still rebuked, would answer still\\nCourteous as any knight but now, if knight,\\nThe marvel dies, and leaves me fool d and\\ntrick d\\nAnd only wondering wherefore play dupon:\\nAnd doubtful whether I and mine be scorn d.\\nWhere should be truth if not in Arthur s hall,\\nIn Arthur s presence? Knight, knave, prince\\nand fool,\\nI hate thee and for ever.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "72 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd Lancelot said,\\nBlessed be thou, Sir Gareth! knight art thou\\nTo the King s best wish. O damsel, be you\\nwise\\nTo call him shamed, who is but overthrown?\\nThrown have I been, nor once, but many a\\ntime.\\nVictor from vanquish d issues at the last,\\nAnd overthrower from being overthrown.\\nWith sword we have not striven and thy good\\nhorse\\nAnd thou are weary yet not less I felt\\nThy manhood thro that wearied lance of\\nthine.\\nWell hast thou done; for all the stream is\\nfreed.\\nAnd thou hast wreak d his justice on his foes.\\nAnd when reviled, hast answer d graciously.\\nAnd makest merry when overthrown. Prince,\\nKnight,\\nHail, Knight and Prince, and of our Table\\nRound!\\nAnd then when turning to Lynette he told\\nThe tale of Gareth, petulantly she said,\\nAy well ay well far worse than being fool d\\nOf others, is to fool one s self. A cave,\\nSir Lancelot, is hard by, with meats and\\ndrinks\\nAnd forage for the horse, and flint for fire.\\nBut all about it flies a honeysuckle.\\nSeek, till we find. And when they sought\\nand found,\\nSir Gareth drank and ate, and all his life", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 73\\nPast into sleep on whom the maiden gazed.\\nSound sleep be thine! sound cause to sleep\\nhast thou.\\nWake lusty Seem I not as tender to him\\nAs any mother? Ay, but such a one\\nAs all day long hath rated at her child,\\nAnd vext his day, but blesses him asleep\\nGood lord, how sweetly smells the honeysuckle\\nIn the hush d night, as if the world were one\\nOf utter peace, and love, and gentleness\\nO Lancelot, Lancelot and she clapt her\\nhands\\nFull merry am I to find my goodly knave\\nIs knight and noble. See now, sworn have I,\\nElse yon black felon had not let me pass,\\nTo bring thee back to do the battle with him.\\nThus an thou goest, he will fight thee first;\\nWho doubts thee victor? so will my knight-\\nknave\\nMiss the full flower of this accomplishment.\\nSaid Lancelot, Peradventure he, you name,\\nMay know my shield. Let Gareth, an he will,\\nChange his for mine, and take my charger,\\nfresh,\\nNot to be spurr d, loving the battle as well\\nAs he that rides him. Lancelot-like, she\\nsaid,\\nCourteous in this, Lord Lancelot, as in all.\\nAnd Gareth, wakening, fiercely clutch d the\\nshield\\nRamp ye lance-splintering lions, on whom all\\nspears\\n6 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "74 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAre rotten sticks! ye seem agape to roar!\\nYea, ram and roar at leaving of your lord\\nCare not, good beasts, so well I care for you.\\nnoble Lancelot, from my hold on these\\nStreams virtue fire thro one that will not\\nshame\\nEven the shadow of Lancelot under shield.\\nHence: let us go.\\nSilent the silent field\\nThey traversed. Arthur s harp tho summer-\\nwan,\\nIn counter motion to the clouds, allured\\nThe glance of Gareth dreaming on his liege.\\nA star shot Lo, said Gareth, the foe falls\\nAn owl whoopt: Hark, the victor pealing\\nthere\\nSuddenly she that rode upon his left\\nClung to the shield that Lancelot lent him,\\ncrying,\\nYield, yield him this again: tis he must\\nfight:\\n1 curse the tongue that all thro yesterday\\nReviled thee, and hath wrought on Lancelot\\nnow\\nTo lend thee horse and shield: wonders ye\\nhave done\\nMiracles ye cannot here is glory enow\\nIn having flung the three: I see thee maim d,\\nMangled: I swear thou canst not fling the\\nfourth.\\nAnd wherefore, damsel! tell me all ye\\nknow.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 75\\nYou cannot scare me nor rough face, or voice.\\nBrute bulk of limb, or boundless savagery-\\nAppall me from the quest.\\nNay, Prince, she cried,\\n**God wot, I never look d upon the face,\\nSeeing he never rides abroad by day\\nBut watch d him have I like a phantom pass\\nChilling the night: nor have I heard the voice.\\nAlways he made his mouthpiece of a page\\nWho came and went, and still reported him\\nAs closing in himself the strength of ten.\\nAnd when his anger tare him, massacreing\\nMan, woman, lad and girl yea, the soft babe I\\nSome hold that he hath swallow d infant flesh,\\nMonster! O Prince, I went for Lancelot first.\\nThe quest is Lancelot s: give him back the\\nshield.\\nSaid Gareth laughing, An he fight for this,\\nBelike he wins it as the better man\\nThus and not else\\nBut Lancelot on him urged\\nAll the devisings of their chivalry\\nWhen one might meet a mightier than himself;\\nHow best to manage horse, lance, sword and\\nshield.\\nAnd so fill up the gap where force might fail\\nWith skill and fineness. Instant were his\\nwords.\\nThen Gareth, Here be rules. I know but\\none\\nTo dash against mine enemy and to win.\\nYet have I watch d thee victor in the joust,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "76 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd seen thy way. Heaven help thee,\\nsigh d Lynette.\\nThen for a space, and under cloud that grew\\nTo thunder-gloom palling all stars, they rode\\nIn converse till she made her palfrey halt.\\nLifted an arm, and softly whisper d, There.**\\nAnd all the three were silent seeing, pitch d\\nBeside the Castle Perilous on flat field,\\nA huge pavilion like a mountain peak\\nSunder the glooming crimson on the marge,\\nBlack, with black banner, and a long black\\nhorn\\nBeside it hanging; which Sir Gareth graspt,\\nAnd so, before the two could hinder him,\\nSent all his heart and breath thro all the horn.\\nEcho d the walls; a light twinkled; anon\\nCame lights and lights, and once again he\\nblew;\\nWhereon were hollow tramplings up and down\\nAnd muffled voices heard, and shadows past;\\nTill high above him, circled with her maids,\\nThe Lady Lyonors at a window stood.\\nBeautiful among lights, and waving to him\\nWhite hands, and courtesy; but when the\\nPrince\\nThree times had blown after long hush at\\nlast\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe huge pavilion slowly yielded up,\\nThro those black foldings, that which housed\\ntherein.\\nHigh on a nightblack horse, in nightblack arms,\\nWith white breast-bone, and barren ribs of\\nDeath,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 77\\nAnd crown d with fleshless laughter some\\nten steps\\nIn the half-light thro the dim dawn ad-\\nvanced\\nThe monster, and then paused, and spake no\\nword.\\nBut Gareth spake and all indignantly,\\nFool, for thou hast, men say, the strength of\\nten.\\nCanst thou not trust the limbs thy God hath\\ngiven,\\nBut must, to make the terror of thee more,\\nTrick thyself out in ghastly imageries\\nOf that which Life hath done with, and the\\nclod.\\nLess dull than thou, will hide with mantling\\nflowers\\nAs if for pity? But he spake no word\\nWhich set the horror higher a maiden swoon d\\nThe Lady Lyonors wrung her hands and wept,\\nAs doom d to be the bride of Night and Death\\nSir Gareth s head prickled beneath his helm;\\nAnd ev n Sir Lancelot thro his warm blood\\nfelt\\nIce strike, and all that mark d him were aghast.\\nAt once Sir Lancelot s charger fiercely neigh d\\nAnd Death s dark war-horse bounded for\\\\^,ard\\nwith him.\\nThen those that did not blink the terror, saw\\nThat Death was cast to ground, and slowly\\nrose.\\nBut with one stroke Sir Gareth split the skull.\\nHalf fell to right and half to left and lay.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "78 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen with a stronger buffet he clove the helm\\nAs thoroughly as the skull and out from this\\nIssued the bright face of a blooming boy-\\nFresh as a flower new-born, and crying,\\nKnight,\\nSlay me not: my three brethren bade me do it.\\nTo make a horror all about the house,\\nAnd stay the world from Lady Lyonors.\\nThey never dream d the passes would be past.\\nAnswer d Sir Gareth graciously to one\\nNot many a moon his younger, My fair child.\\nWhat madness made thee challenge the chief\\nknight\\nOf Arthur s hall? Fair Sir, they bade me\\ndo it.\\nThey hate the King, and Lancelot, the King s\\nfriend.\\nThey hoped to slay him somewhere on the\\nstream,\\nThey never dream d the passes could be past.\\nThen sprang the happier day from under\\nground\\nAnd Lady Lyonors and her house, with dance\\nAnd revel and song, made merry over Death,\\nAs being after all their foolish fears\\nAnd horrors only proven a blooming boy.\\nSo large mirth lived and Gareth won the quest.\\nAnd he that told the tale in older times\\nSays that Sir Gareth wedded Lyonors,\\nBut he, that told it later, says Lynette.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 79\\nGERAINT AND ENID.\\nThe brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur s court,\\nA tributary prince of Devon, one\\nOf that great Order of the Table Round,\\nHad married Enid, Yniol s only child,\\nAnd loved her, as he loved the light of Heaven.\\nAnd as the light of Heaven varies, now\\nAt sunrise, now at sunset, now by night\\nWith moon and trembling stars, so loved\\nGeraint\\nTo make her beauty vary day by day\\nIn crimsons and in purples and in gems.\\nAnd Eiiid, but to please her husband s eye,\\nWho first had found and loved her in a state\\nOf broken fortunes, daily fronted him\\nIn some fresh splendour; and the Queen her-\\nself.\\nGrateful to Prince Geraint for service done.\\nLoved her, and often with her own white\\nhands\\nArray d and deck d her, as the loveliest.\\nNext after her own self, in all the court.\\nAnd Enid loved the Queen, and with true heart\\nAdored her, as the stateliest and the best\\nAnd loveliest of all women upon earth.\\nAnd seeing them so tender and so close,\\nLong in their common love rejoiced Geraint.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "80 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBut when a rumor rose about the Queen,\\nTouching her guilty love for Lancelot,\\nTho* yet there lived no proof, not yet was\\nheard\\nThe world s loud whisper breaking into storm,\\nNot less Geraint believed it and there fell\\nA horror on him, lest his gentle wife.\\nThro that great tenderness for Guinevere,\\nHad suffer d, or should suffer any taint\\nIn nature wherefore going to the King,\\nHe made this pretext, that his princedom lay\\nClose on the borders of a territory.\\nWherein were bandit earls, and caitiff knights,\\nAssassins, and all flyers from the hand\\nOf justice, and whatever loathes a law:\\nAnd therefore, till the King himself should\\nplease\\nTo cleanse this common sewer of all his realm,\\nHe craved a fair permission to depart,\\nAnd there defend his marches and the King\\nMused for a little on his plea, but, last,\\nAllowing it, the Prince and Enid rode,\\nAnd fifty knights rode with them, to the shores\\nOf Severn, and they past to their own land\\nWhere, thinking, that if ever yet was wife\\nTrue to her lord, mine shall be so to me.\\nHe compass d her with sweet observances\\nAnd worship, never leaving her, and grew\\nForgetful of his promise to the King,\\nForgetful of the falcon and the hunt.\\nForgetful of the tilt and tournament.\\nForgetful of his glory and his name.\\nForgetful of his princedom and its cares.\\nAnd this forgetfulness was hateful to her.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 81\\nAnd by and by the people, when they met,\\nIn twos and threes, or fuller companies,\\nBegan to scoff and jeer and babble of him\\nAs of a prince whose manhood was all gone,\\nAnd molten down in mere uxoriousness.\\nAnd this she gather d from the people s eyes:\\nThis, too, the women who attired her head.\\nTo please her, dwelling on his boundless love.\\nTold Enid, and they sadden d her the more\\nAnd day by day she thought to tell Geraint,\\nBut could not out of bashful delicacy\\nWhile he that watch d her sadden, was the more\\nSuspicious that her nature had a taint.\\nAt last, it chanced that on a summer morn\\n(They sleeping each by either) the new sun\\nBeat thro the blindless casement of the room\\nAnd heated the strong warrior in his dreams;\\nWho, moving, cast the coverlet aside,\\nAnd bared the knotted column of his throat.\\nThe massive square of his heroic breast.\\nAnd arms on which the standing muscle sloped\\nAs slopes a wild brook o er a little stone,\\nRunning too vehemently to break upon it.\\nAnd Enid woke and sat beside the couch,\\nAdmiring him, and thought within herself,\\nWas ever man so grandly made as he?\\nThen, like a shadow, past the people s talk\\nAnd accusation of uxoriousness\\nAcross her mind, and bowing over him\\nLow to her own heart piteously she said\\nO noble breast and all-puissant arms,\\nAm I the cause, I the poor cause that men", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "82 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nReproach you, saying all your force is gone?\\nI am the cause, because I dare not speak\\nAnd tell him what I think and what they say.\\nAnd yet I hate that he should linger here;\\nI cannot love my lord and not his name.\\nFar liefer had I gird his harness on him,\\nAnd ride with him to battle and stand by,\\nAnd watch his mightful hand striking great\\nblows\\nAt caitiffs and at wrongers of the world.\\nFar better were I laid in the dark earth,\\nNot hearing any more his noble voice,\\nNot to be folded more in these dear arms,\\nAnd darken d from the high light in his eyes.\\nThan that my lord thro* me should suffer\\nshame.\\nAm I so bold, and could I so stand by,\\nAnd see my dear lord wounded in the strife.\\nOr maybe pierced to death before mine eyes,\\nAnd yet not dare to tell him what I think.\\nAnd yet how men slur him, saying all his force\\nIs melted into mere effeminacy\\nO me, I fear that I am no true wife.\\nHalf inwardly, half audibl}^ she spoke.\\nAnd the strong passion in her made her weep\\nTrue tears upon his broad and naked breast,\\nAnd these awoke him, and by great mischance,\\nHe heard but fragments of her later words.\\nAnd that she fear d she was not a true wife.\\nAnd then he thought, In spite of all my care.\\nFor all my pains, poor man, for all my pains,\\nShe is not faithful to me, and I see her", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 83\\nWeeping for some gay knight in Arthur s\\nhall.\\nThen tho he loved and reverenced her too\\nmuch\\nTo dream she could be guilty of foul act,\\nRight thro his manful breast darted the pang\\nThat makes a man, in the sweet face of her\\nWhom he loves most, lonely and miserable.\\nAt this he hurl d his huge limbs out of bed,\\nAnd shook his drowsy squire awake and cried,\\nMy charger and her palfrey; then to her,\\nI will ride forth into the wilderness;\\nFor tho it seems my spurs are yet to win,\\nI have not fall n so low as some would wish.\\nAnd thou, put on, thy worst and meanest dress\\nAnd ride with me. And Enid ask d, amazed,\\nIf Enid errs, let Enid learn her fault.\\nBut he, I charge thee, ask not, but obey.\\nThen she bethought her of a faded silk,\\nA faded mantle and a faded veil.\\nAnd moving toward a cedarn cabinet,\\nWherein she kept them folded reverently\\nWith sprigs of summer laid between the folds,\\nShe took them, and array d herself therein,\\nRemembering when first he came on her\\nDrest in that dress, and how he loved her in it,\\nAnd all her foolish fears about the dress,\\nAnd all his journey to her, as himself\\nHad told her, and their coming to the court.\\nFor Arthur on the Whitsuntide before\\nHeld court at old Caerleon upon Usk.\\nThere on a day, he sitting high in hall,\\nBefore him came a forester of Dean.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "84 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nWet from the woods, with notice of a hart\\nTaller than all his fellows, milky- white.\\nFirst seen that day: these things he told the\\nKing.\\nThen the good King gave order to let blow\\nHis horns for hunting on the morrow morn.\\nAnd when the Queen petition d for his leave\\nTo see the hunt, allow d it easily.\\nSo with the morning all the court were gone.\\nBut Guinevere lay late into the morn,\\nLost in sweet dreams, and dreaming of her love\\nFor Lancelot, and forgetful of the hunt;\\nBut rose at last, a single maiden with her.\\nTook horse, and forded Usk, and gain d the\\nwood\\nThere, on a little knoll beside it, stay d\\nWaiting to hear the hounds; but heard instead\\nA sudden sound of hoofs, for Prince Geraint,\\nLate also, wearing neither hunting-dress\\nNor weapon, save a golden-hilted brand.\\nCame quickly flashing thro the shallow ford\\nBehind them, and so gallop d up the knoll.\\nA purple scarf, at either end whereof\\nThere swung an apple of the purest gold,\\nSway d round about him, as he gallop d up\\nTo join them, glancing like a dragon-fly\\nIn summer suit and silks of holiday.\\nLow bow d the tributary Prince, and she,\\nSweetly and statelily, and with all grace\\nOf womanhood and queenhood, answer d him:\\nLate, late. Sir Prince, she said, later than\\nwe!\\nYea, noble Queen, he answer d, and so late\\nThat I but come like you to see the hunt,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. fSS\\nNot join it. Therefore wait with me. she\\nsaid;\\nFor on this little knoll, if anywhere,\\nThere is good chance that we shall hear the\\nhounds:\\nHere often they break covert at our feet.\\nAnd while they listen d for the distant hunt,\\nAnd chiefly for the baying of Cavall,\\nKing Arthur s hound of deepest mouth, there\\nrode\\nFull slowly by a knight, lady, and dwarf;\\nWhereof the dwarf lagg d latest, and the\\nknight\\nHad vizor up, and show d a youthful face,\\nImperious, and of haughtiest lineaments.\\nAnd Guinevere, not mindful of his face\\nIn the King s hall, desired his name, and sent\\nHer maiden to demand it of the dwarf;\\nWho being vicious, old and irritable,\\nAnd doubling all his master s vice of pride,\\nMade answer sharply that she should not know.\\nThen will I ask it of himself, she said.\\nNay, by my faith, thou shalt not, cried the\\ndwarf\\nThou art not worthy ev n to speak of him;\\nAnd when she put her horse toward the knight.\\nStruck at her with his whip, and she return d\\nIndignant to the Queen whereat Geraint\\nExclaiming. Surely I will learn the name,\\nMade sharply to the dwarf, and ask d it of him.\\nWho answer d as before; and when the Prince\\nHad put his horse in motion toward the\\nknight,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "86 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nStruck at him with his whip, and cut his cheek.\\nThe Prince s blood spirted upon the scarf,\\nDyeing it and his quick, instinctive hand\\nCaught at the hilt, as to abolish him\\nBut he, from his exceeding manfulness\\nAnd pure nobility of temperament,\\nWroth to be wroth at such a worm, refrain d\\nFrom ev n a word, and so returning said:\\nI will avenge this insult, noble Queen,\\nDone in your maiden s person to yourself:\\nAnd 1 will track this vermin to their earths\\nFor tho I ride unarm d, I do not doubt\\nTo find, at some place I shall come at arms\\nOn loan, or else for pledge; and, being found,\\nThen will I fight him, and will break his pride.\\nAnd on the third day will again be here.\\nSo that I be not fall n in fight. Farewell.\\nFarewell, fair prince, answer d the stately\\nQueen.\\nBe prosperous in this journey, as in all;\\nAnd may you light on all things that you love,\\nAnd live to wed with her whom first you love\\nBut ere you wed with any, bring your bride,\\nAnd I, were she the daughter of a king,\\nYea, tho she were a beggar from the hedge,\\nWill clothe her for her bridals like the sun.\\nAnd Prince Geraint, now thinking that he\\nheard\\nThe noble hart at bay, now the far horn,\\nA little vext at losing of the hunt,\\nA little at the vile occasion, rode,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 87\\nBy ups and downs, thro many a grassy glade\\nAnd valley, with fixt eye following the three.\\nAt last they issued from the world of wood,\\nAnd climb d upon a fair and even ridge.\\nAnd show d themselves against the sky, and\\nsank.\\nAnd thither came Geraint, and underneath\\nBeheld the long street of a little town\\nIn a long valley, on one side whereof,\\nWhite from the mason s hand, a fortress\\nrose;\\nAnd on one side a castle in decay.\\nBeyond a ridge that spann d a dry ravine:\\nAnd out of town and valley came a noise\\nAs of a broad brook o er a shingly bed\\nBrawling, or like a clamour of the rooks\\nAt distance, ere they settle for the night.\\nAnd onward to the fortress rode the three.\\nAnd enter d, and were lost behind the walls.\\n**So, thought Geraint, I have track d him to\\nhis earth.\\nAnd down the long street riding wearily,\\nFound every hostel full, and everywhere\\nWas hammer made to hoof, and the hot hiss\\nAnd bustling whistle of the youth who scour d\\nHis master s armour; and of such a one\\nHe ask d, What means the tumult in the\\ntown?\\nWho told him, scouring still, The sparrow-\\nhawk!\\nThen riding close behind an ancient churl.\\nWho, smitten by the dusty sloping beam.\\nWent sweating underneath a sack of corn,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "88 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAsk d yet once more what meant the hubbub\\nhere?\\nWho answer d gruffly, Ugh! the sparrow-\\nhawk.\\nThen riding further past an armourer s,\\nWho, with back turn d, and bow d above his\\nwork,\\nSat riveting a helmet on his knee.\\nHe put the self-same query, but the man\\nNot turning round, nor looking at him, said:\\nFriend, he that labours for the sparrow-hawk\\nHas little time for idle questioners.\\nWhereat Geraint fiash d into sudden spleen:\\nA thousand pips eat up your sparrow-hawk!\\nTits, wrens, and all wing d nothings peck him\\ndead!\\nA^e think the rustic cackle of your bourg\\n\\\\rhe murmur of the world! What is it to me?\\nO wretched set of sparrows, one and all.\\nWho pipe of nothing but of sparrow-hawks\\nSpeak, if ye be not like the rest, hawk-mad,\\nWhere can I get me harbourage for the night?\\nAnd arms, arms, arms to fight my enemy?\\nSpeak!\\nWhereat the armourer turning all amazed\\nAnd seeing one so gay in purple silks,\\nCame forward with the helmet yet in hand\\nAnd answer d, Pardon me, O stranger knight;\\nWe hold a tourney here to-morrow morn,\\nAnd there is scantly time for half the work.\\nArms? truth! I know not: all are wanted here.\\nHarbourage? truth, good truth, I know not,\\nsave,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 89\\nIt may be, at Earl Yniol s, o er the bridge\\nYonder. He spoke and fell to work again.\\nThen rode Geraint, a little spleenful yet,\\nAcross the bridge that spann d the dry ravine.\\nThere musing sat the hoary-headed Earl\\n(His dress a suit of fray d magnificence,\\nOnce fit for feasts of ceremony), and said:\\nWhither, fair son? to whom Geraint replied,.\\n0 friend, I seek a harbourage for the night.\\nThen Yniol, Enter therefore and partake\\nThe slender entertainment of a house\\nOnce rich, now poor, but ever open-door d.\\nThanks, venerable friend, replied Geraint;\\nSo that ye do not serve me sparrow-hawks\\nFor supper, I will enter, I will eat\\nWith all the passion of a twelve hours fast.\\nThen sigh d and smiled the hoary-headed Earl^\\nAnd answer d, Graver cause than yours is\\nmine\\nTo curse this hedgerow thief, the sparrow-\\nhawk\\nBut in, go in for save yourself desire it.\\nWe will not touch upon him ev n in jest.\\nThen rode Geraint into the castle court,\\nHis charger trampling may a prickly star\\nOf sprouted thistle on the broken stones.\\nHe look d and saw that all was ruinous.\\nHere stood a shatter d archway plumed with\\nfern;\\nAnd here had fall n a great part of a tower.\\nWhole, like a crag that tumbles from the cliffy\\nAnd like a crag was gay with wilding flowers:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "90 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd high above a piece of turret stair,\\nWorn by the feet that now were silent, wound\\nBare to the sun, and monstrous ivy-stems\\nClaspt the gray walls with hairy-fibred arms,\\nAnd suck d the joining of the stones, and look d\\nA knot, beneath, of snakes, aloft, a grove.\\nAnd while he waited in the castle court,\\nThe voice of Enid, Yniol s daughter, rang\\nClear thro the open casement of the hall.\\nSinging; and as the sweet voice of a bird,\\nHeard by the lander in a lonely isle.\\nMoves him to think what kind of bird it is\\nThat sings so delicately clear, and make\\nConjecture on the plumage and the form\\nSo the sweet voice of Enid moved Geraint;\\nAnd made him like a man abroad at morn\\nWhen first the liquid note beloved of men\\nComes flying over many a windy wave\\nTo Britain, and in April suddenly\\nBreaks from a coppice gemm d with green and\\nred.\\nAnd he suspends his converse with a friend,\\nOr it may be the labor of his hands,\\nTo think or say, There is the nightingale;\\nSo fared it with Geraint, who thought and said,\\nHere, by God s grace, is the one voice for\\nme.\\nIt chanced the song that Enid sang was one\\nOf Fortune and her wheel, and Enid sang:\\nTurn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower\\nthe proud;", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 91\\nTurn thy wild wheel thro sunshine, storm,\\nand cloud\\nThy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.\\nTurn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile\\nor frown\\nWith [that wild wheel we go not up or down\\nOur hoard is little, but our hearts are great.\\nSmile and we smile, the lords of many\\nlands;\\nFrown and we smile, the lords of our own\\nhands;\\nFor m.an is man and master of his fate.\\nTurn, turn thy wheel above the staring\\ncrowd\\nThy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud\\nThy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.\\nHark, by the bird s song ye may learn the\\nnest,\\nSaid Yniol; enter quickly. Entering then.\\nRight o er a mount of newly-fallen stones.\\nThe dusky-rafter d many-cobweb d hall,\\nHe found an ancient dame in dim brocade\\nAnd near her, like a blossom vermeil-vv hite.\\nThat lightly breaks a faded flower-sheath.\\nMoved the fair Enid, all in faded silk.\\nHer daughter. In a moment thought Geraint,\\nHere by God s rood is the one maid for me.\\nBut none spake word except the hoary Earl\\nEnid, the good knight s horse stands in the\\ncourt", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "92 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nTake him to stall, and give him corn, and then\\nGo to the town and buy us flesh and wine;\\nAnd we will make us merry as we may.\\nOur hoard is little, but our hearts are great.\\nHe spake: the Prince, as Enid past him,\\nfain\\nTo follow, strode a stride, but Yniol caught\\nHis purple scarf, and held, and said, Forbear!\\nRest! the good house, tho ruin d, O my son.\\nEndures not that her guest should serve him-\\nself.\\nAnd reverencing the custom of the house\\nGeraint, from utter courtesy, forbore.\\nSo Enid took his charger to the stall\\nAnd after went her way across the bridge.\\nAnd reach d the town, and while the Prince\\nand Earl\\nYet spoke together, came again with one,\\nA youth, that following with a costrel bore\\nThe means of goodly welcome, flesh and wine.\\nAnd Enid brought sweet cakes to make them\\ncheer.\\nAnd in her veil enfolded, manchet bread.\\nAnd then, because their hall must also serve\\nFor kitchen, boil d the flesh, and spread the\\nboard.\\nAnd stood behind, and waited on the three.\\nAnd seeing her so sweet and serviceable,\\nGeraint had longing in him evermore\\nTo stoop and kiss the tender little thumb,\\nThat crossed the trencher us she laid it down:\\nBut after all had eaten, then Geraint,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 93\\nFor now the wine made summer in his veins,\\nLet his eye rove in following, or rest\\nOn Enid at her lowly handmaid-work,\\nNow here, now there, about the dusky hall;\\nThen suddenly addrest the hoary Earl:\\nFair Host and Earl, I pray your courtesy;\\nThis sparrow-hawk, what is he? tell me of him.\\nHis name? but no, good faith, I will not have\\nit:\\nFor if he be the knight whom late I saw\\nRide into that new fortress by your town.\\nWhite from the mason s hand, then have I\\nsworn\\nFrom his own lips to have it I am Geraint\\nOf Devon for this morning when the Queen\\nSent her own maiden to demand the name,\\nHis dwarf, a vicious under-shapen thing,\\nStruck at her with his whip, and she return d\\nIndignant to the Queen and then I swore\\nThat I would track this caitiff to his hold.\\nAnd fight and break his pride, and have it of\\nhim.\\nAnd all unarm d I rode, and thought to find\\nArms in your town, where all the men are\\nmad;\\nThey take the rustic murmur of their bourg v.\\nFor the great wave that echoes around the\\nworld\\nThey would not hear me speak but if ye know\\nWhere I can light on arms, or if yourself\\nShould have them, tell me, seeing I have sworn\\nThat I will break his pride and learn his name,\\nAvenging, this great insult done the Queen.\\nr", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "94 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen cried Earl Yniol, Art thou he,\\nindeed,\\nGeraint, a name far-sonnded among men\\nFor noble deeds? and truly I, when first\\nI saw you moving by* me on the bridge,\\nFelt ye were somewhat, yea, and by your state\\nAnd presence might have guess d you one of\\nthose\\nThat eat in Arthur s hall at Camelot.\\nNor speak I now from foolish flattery;\\nFor this dear child hath often heard me praise\\nYour feats of arms, and often when I paused\\nHath ask d again, and ever loved to hear;\\nSo grateful is the noise of noble deeds\\nTo noble hearts who see but acts of wrong;\\nnever yet had woman such a pair\\nOf suitors as this maiden first Limours,\\nA creature wholly given to brawls and wine,\\nDrunk even when he woo d; and be he dead\\n1 know not, but he past to the wild land.\\nThe second was your foe, the sparrow-hawk,\\nMy curvSe, my nephew I will not let his name\\nSlip from my lips if I can help it he,\\nYv^hen I that knew him fierce and turbulent\\nRefused her to him, then his pride awoke;\\nAnd since the proud man often is the mean.\\nHe sow d a slander in the common ear.\\nAffirming that his father left him gold,\\nAnd in my charge, which was not render d to\\nhim;\\nBribed with large promises the men who served\\nAbout my person, the more easily\\nBecause my means were somewhat broken into\\nThro open doors and hospitality;", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 95\\nRaised my own town against me in the night\\nBefore my Enid s birthday, sack d my house;\\nFrom mine own earldom foully ousted me\\nBuilt that new fort to overawe my friends,\\nFor truly there are those who love me yet\\nAnd keeps me in this ruinous castle here,\\nWhere doubtless he would put me soon to\\ndeath,\\nBut that his pride too much despises me\\nAnd I myself sometimes despise myself;\\nFor I have let men be, and have their way;\\nAm much too gentle, have not used my power:\\nNor know I whether I be very base\\nOr very manful, whether very wise\\nOr very foolish only this I know,\\nThat whatsoever evil happen to me,\\nI seem to suffer nothing heart or limb.\\nBut can endure it all most patiently.\\nWell said, true heart, replied Geraint,\\nbut armis,\\nThat if the sparrow-hawk, this nephew, fight\\nIn next day s tourney I may break his pride.\\nAnd Yniol answered, Arms, indeed, but old\\nAnd rusty, old and rusty, Prince Geraint,\\nAre mine, and therefore at thine asking, thine.\\nBut in this tournament can no man tilt,\\nExcept the lady he loves best be there.\\nTw^o forks are fixt into the meadow ground,\\nAnd over these is placed a silver wand.\\nAnd over that a golden sparrow-hawk,\\nThe prize of beauty for the fairest there.\\nAnd this, what knight soever be in field", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "9C IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nLays claim to for the lady at his side,\\nAnd tilts with my good nephew thereupon,\\nWho being apt at arms and big of bone\\nHas ever won it for the lady with him,\\nAnd toppling over all antagonism\\nHas earn d himself the name of sparrow-hawk.\\nEut thou, that hast no lady, canst not fight.\\nTo whom Geraint with eyes all bright replied,\\nLeaning a little toward him, Thy leave!\\nLet me lay lance in rest, O noble host,\\nFor this dear child, because I never saw,\\nTho having seen all beauties of our time.\\nNor can see elsewhere, anything so fair.\\nAnd if I fall her name will yet remain\\nUntarnish d as before: but if I live.\\nSo aid me Heaven when at mine uttermost,\\nAs I will make her truly my true wife.\\nThen, howsoever patient, Yniol s heart\\nDanced in his bosom, seeing better days.\\nAnd looking round he saw not Enid there\\n(Who hearing her own name had stol n away),\\nBut that old dame, to whom full tenderly\\nAnd fondling all her hand in his he said,\\nMother, a maiden is a tender thing.\\nAnd best by her that bore her understood.\\nGo thou to rest, but ere thou go to rest\\nTell her, and prove her heart toward the\\nPrince.\\nSo spake the kindly-hearted Earl, and she\\nWith frequent smile and nod departing found,\\nHalf-disarray d as to her rest, the girl;", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "And near her moved the fair Enid.\\nidylls of the King.\\n-Page 91.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 97\\nWhom first she kiss d on either cheek, and then\\nOn either shining shoulder laid a hand,\\nAnd kept her off and gazed upon her face,\\nAnd told her all their converse in the hall,\\nProving her heart: but never light and shade\\nCoursed one another more on open ground\\nBeneath a troubled heaven, than red and pale\\nAcross the face of Enid hearing her;\\nWhile slowly falling as a scale that falls.\\nWhen weight is added only grain by grain,\\nSank her sweet head upon her gentle breast;\\nNor did she lift an eye nor speak a word,\\nRapt in the fear and in the wonder of it\\nSo moving v/ithout answer to her rest\\nShe found no rest, and ever fail d to draw\\nThe quiet night into her blood, but lay\\nContemplating her own unworthiness;\\nAnd when the pale and bloodless east began\\nTo quicken to the sun, arose, and raised\\nHer mother too, and hand in hand they moved\\nDown to the meadow where the jousts were held\\nAnd waited there for Yniol and Geraint.\\nAnd thither came the twain, and when\\nGeraint,\\nBeheld her first in field, awaiting him.\\nHe felt were she the prize of bodily force,\\nHimself beyond the rest pushing could move\\nThe chair of Idris. Yniol s rusted arms\\nWere on his princely person, but thro these\\nPrincelike his bearing shone; and errant\\nknights\\nAnd ladies came, and by and by the town\\nElow d in, and settling circled all the lists.\\n7 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "98 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd there they fixt the forks into the ground.\\nAnd over these they placed the silver wand,\\nAnd over that the golden sparrow-hawk.\\nThen Yniol s nephew, after trumpet blown,\\nSpake to the lady with him and proclaim d,\\nAdvance and take as fairest of the fair,\\nFor I these two years past have won it for thee,\\nThe prize of beauty. Loudly spake the\\nPrince,\\nForbear: there is a worthier, and the knight\\nWith some surprise and thrice as much disdain\\nTurn d, and beheld the four, and all his face\\nGlow d like the heart of a great fire at Yule,\\nSo burnt he was with passion, crying out,\\nDo battle for it then, no more and thrice\\nThey clash d together, and thrice they brake\\ntheir spears.\\nThen each dishorsed and drawing, lash d at\\neach\\nSo often and with such blows, that all the\\ncrowd\\nWonder d, and now and then from distant walls\\nThere came a clapping as of phantom hands.\\nSo twice they fought, and twice they breathed,\\nand still\\nThe dew of their great labor, and the blood\\nOf their strong bodies, flowing, drain d their\\nforce.\\nBut either s force was match d till Yniol s cry,\\nRemember that great insult done the Queen,\\nIncreased Geraint s, who heaved his blade\\naloft,\\nAnd crack d the helmet thro and bit the bone.\\nAnd fell d him, and set foot upon his breast,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 99\\nAnd said, Thy name? To whom the fallen\\nman\\nMade answer, groaning:, Edyrn, son of Nudd!\\nAshamed am I that I should tell it thee.\\nMy pride is broken: men have seen my fall.\\nThen, Edyrn, son of Nudd, replied Geraint,\\nThese two things shalt thou do, or else thou\\ndiest:\\nFirst, thou thyself, with damsel and with dwarf,\\nShalt ride to Arthur s court, and coming there,\\nCrave pardon for that insult done the Queen,\\nAnd shalt abide her judgment on it; next.\\nThou shalt give back their earldom to thy kin.\\nThese two things shalt thou do, or thou shalt\\ndie.\\nAnd Edyrn answered, These things will I do,\\nFor I have never yet been overthrown,\\nAnd thou hast overthrown me, and my pride\\nIs broken down, for Enid sees my fall!\\nAnd rising up, he rode to Arthur s court,\\nAnd there the Queen forgave him easily.\\nAnd being young, he changed and came to\\nloathe\\nHis crime of traitor, slowly drew himself\\nBright from his old dark life, and fell at last\\nIn the great battle fighting for the King.\\nBut when the third day from the hunting-\\nmorn\\nMade a low splendor in the world, and wings\\nMoved in her ivy, Enid, for she lay\\nWith her fair head in the dim-yellow light,\\nAmong the dancing shadows of the birds,\\nWoke and bethought her of her promise given", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "100 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nNo later than last eve to Prince Geraint\\nSo bent he seem d on going the third day,\\nHe would not leave her, till her promise\\ngiven\\nTo ride with him this morning to the court,\\nAnd there be made known to the stately\\nQueen,\\nAnd there be wedded with all ceremony.\\nAt this she cast her eyes upon her dress.\\nAnd thought it never yet had look d so\\nmean.\\nFor as a leaf in Mid-November is\\nTo what it was in Mid-October, seem d\\nThe dress that now she look d on to the dress\\nShe look d on ere the coming of Geraint.\\nAnd still she look d, and still the terror grew\\nOf that strange bright and dreadful thing, a\\ncourt.\\nAll staring at her in her faded silk\\nAnd softly to her own sweet heart she said\\nThis noble prince who won our earldom\\nback,\\nSo splendid in his acts and his attire,\\nSweet heaven, how much I shall discredit\\nhim!\\nWould he could tarry with us here awhile,\\nBut being so beholden to the Prince,\\nIt were but little grace in any of us,\\nBent as he seem d on going this third day.\\nTo seek a second favor at his hands.\\nYet if he could but tarry a day or two.\\nMyself would work eye dim, and finger lame,\\nFar liefer than so much discredit him.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 101\\nAnd Enid fell in longing for a dress\\nAll branch d and flower d with gold, a costly-\\ngift\\nOf her good mother, given her on the night\\nBefore her birthday, three sad years ago,\\nThat night of fire, when Edyrn sack d their\\nhouse,\\nAnd scatter d all they had to all the winds:\\nFor while the mother show d it, and the two\\nWere turning and admiring it, the work\\nTo both appear d so costly, rose a cry\\nThat Edyrn s men were on them, and they fled\\nWith little save the jewels they had on,\\nWhich, being sold, and sold had bought them\\nbread:\\nAnd Edyrn s men had caught them in their\\nflight,\\nAnd placed them in this ruin; and she wish d\\nThe Prince had found her in her ancient home\\nThen let her fancy flit across the past.\\nAnd roam the goodly places that she knew\\nAnd last bethought her how she used to watch,\\nNear that old home, a pool of golden carp\\nAnd one was patch d and blurr d and lustreless\\nAmong his burnish d brethren of the pool;\\nAnd half asleep she made comparison\\nOf that and these to her own faded self\\nAnd the gay court, and fell asleep again\\nAnd dreamt herself was such a faded form\\nAmong her burnish d sisters of the pool;\\nBut this was in the garden of a king\\nAnd tho she lay dark in the pool, she knew\\nThat all was bright, that all about were birds\\nOf sunny plume in gilded trellis-work", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "102 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThat all the turf was rich in plots that look d\\nEach like a garnet or a turkis in it;\\nAnd lords and ladies of the high court went\\nIn silver tissue talking things of state\\nAnd children of the King in cloth of gold\\nGlanced at the doors or gambol d down the\\nwalks;\\nAnd while she thought They will not see me,\\ncame\\nA stately queen whose name was Guinevere,\\nAnd all the children in their cloth of gold\\nRan to her crying, If we have fish at all\\nLet them be gold; and charge the gardeners\\nnow\\nTo pick the faded creature from the pool.\\nAnd cast it on the mixen that it die.\\nAnd therewithal one came and seized on her.\\nAnd Enid started waking, with her heart\\nAll overshadow d by the foolish dream,\\nAnd lo it was her mother grasping her\\nTo get her well awake and in her hand\\nA suit of bright apparel, which she laid\\nFlat on the couch, and spoke exultingly:\\nSee here, my child, how fresh the colors\\nlook,\\nHow fast they hold like colors of a shell\\nThat keeps the wear and polish of the wave.\\nWhy not? It never yet was worn, I trow\\nLook on it, child, and tell me if ye know it.\\nAnd Enid look d, but all confused at first,\\nCould scarce divide it from her foolish dream\\nThen suddenly she knew it and rejoiced.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 103\\nAnd answer d, Yea, I know it; your good\\ngift,\\nSo sadly lost on that unhappy night;\\nYour own good gift! Yea, surely, said the\\ndame,\\nAnd gladly given again this happy morn.\\nFor when the jousts were ended yesterday.\\nWent Yniol thro the town, and everywhere\\nHe found the sack and plunder of our house\\nAll scatter d thro the houses of the town;\\nAnd gave command that all which once was\\nours\\nShould now be ours again and yester-eve,\\nWhile ye were talking sweetly with your\\nPrince,\\nCame one with this and laid it in my hand.\\nFor love or fear, or seeking favor of us.\\nBecause we have our earldom back again.\\nAnd yester-eve I would not tell you of it.\\nBut kept it for a sweet surprise at morn.\\nYea, truly is it not a sweet surprise?\\nFor I myself unwillingly have worn\\nMy faded suit, as j^ou, my child, have yours.\\nAnd howsoever patient, Yniol his.\\nAh, dear, he took me from a goodly house.\\nWith store of rich apparel, sumptuous fare,\\nAnd page, and maid, and squire, and seneschal,\\nAnd pastime both of hawk and hound, and all\\nThat appertains to noble maintenance.\\nYea, and he brought me to a goodly house\\nBut since our fortune swerved from sun to\\nshade,\\nAnd all thro that young traitor, cruel need\\nConstrain d us, but a better time has come;", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "104 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nSo clothe yourself in this, that better fits\\nOur mended fortunes and a Prince s bride\\nFor tho ye won the prize of fairest fair,\\nAnd tho I heard him call you fairest fair,\\nLet never maiden think, however fair,\\nShe is not fairer in new clothes than old.\\nAnd should some great court-lady say, the\\nPrince\\nHath pick d a ragged robin from the hedge,\\nAnd like a madman brought her to the court,\\nThen were ye shamed, and, worse, might\\nshame the Prince\\nTo whom we are beholden but I know,\\nWhen my dear child is set forth at her best.\\nThat neither court nor country, tho they\\nsought\\nThro all the provinces like those of old\\nThat lighted on Queen Esther, hasher match.\\nHere ceased the kindly mother out of breath\\nAnd Enid listen d brightening as she lay;\\nThen, as the white and glittering star of morn\\nParts from a bank of snow, and by and by\\nSlips into golden cloud, the maiden rose.\\nAnd left her maiden couch, and robed herself,\\nHelp d by the mother s careful hand and eye.\\nWithout a mirror, in the gorgeous gown\\nWho, after, turn d her daughter round, and\\nsaid,\\nShe never yet had seen her half so fair;\\nAnd caird her like that maiden in the tale,\\nWhom Gwydion made by glamour out of\\nflowers,\\nAnd sweeter than the bride of Cassivelaun,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KIXG. 105\\nFlur, for whose love the Roman Caesar first\\nInvaded Britain, But we beat him back,\\nAs this great Prince invaded us, and we,\\nNot beat him back, but welcomed him with\\njoy.\\nAnd I can scarcely ride with you to court,\\nFor old am I, and rough the ways and wild\\nBut Yniol goes, and I full oft shall dream\\nI see my princess as I see her now,\\nClothed with my gift, and gay among the\\ngay.\\nBut while the women thus rejoiced, Geraint\\nWoke where he slept in the high hall, and\\ncall d\\nFor Enid, and when Yniol made report\\nOf that good mother making Enid gay\\nIn such apparel as might well beseem\\nHis princess, or indeed the stately Queen,\\nHe answer d: Earl, entreat her by my love,\\nAlbeit I give no reason but my wish,\\nThat she ride with me in her faded silk.\\nYniol with that hard message went it fell\\nLike flaws in summer laying lusty corn\\nFor Enid, all abash d she knew not why,\\nDared not to glance at her good mother s face.\\nBut silently, in all obedience,\\nHer mother silent too, nor helping her,\\nLaid from her limbs the costly-broider d gift,\\nAnd robed them in her ancient suit again.\\nAnd so descended. Never man rejoiced\\nMore than Geraint to greet her thus attired\\nAnd glancing all at once as keenly at her\\nAs careful robin s eve the delver s toil,\\n8 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "106 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nMade her cheek burn and either eyelid fall,\\nBut rested with her sweet face satisfied\\nThen seeing cloud upon the mother s brow,\\nHer by both hands he caught, and sweetly said,\\nO my new mother, be not wroth or grieved\\nAt thy new son, for my petition to her.\\nWhen late I left Caerleon, our great Queen,\\nIn words whose echo lasts, they were so\\nsweet.\\nMade promise, that whatever bride I brought.\\nHerself would clothe her like the sun in\\nHeaven,\\nThereafter, when I reach d this ruin d hall,\\nBeholding one so bright in dark estate,\\nI vow d that could I gaki her, our fair Queen,\\nNo hand but hers, should make your Enid\\nburst\\nSunlike from cloud and likewise thought per-\\nhaps.\\nThat service done so graciously would bind\\nThe two together fain I would the two\\nShould love each other how can Enid find\\nA nobler friend? Another thought was mine;\\nI came among you here so suddenly,\\nThat tho her gentle presence at the lists\\nMight well have served for proof that I was\\nloved,\\nI doubted whether daughter s tenderness,\\nOr easy nature, might not let itself\\nBe moulded by your wishes for her weal\\nOr whether some false sense in her own self\\nOf my contrasting brightness, overbore\\nHer fancy dwelling in this dusky hall;", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 107\\nAnd such a sense might make her long for\\ncourt\\nAnd all its perilous glories and I thought,\\nThat could I somewhat prove such force in her\\nLink d with such love for me, that at a word\\n(No reason given her) she could cast aside\\nA splendor dear to women, new to her.\\nAnd therefore dearer or if not so new.\\nYet therefore ten-fold dearer by the power\\nOf intermittent usage; then I felt\\nThat I could rest, a rock in ebbs and flows,\\nFixt on her faith. Now, therefore, I do rest,\\nA prophet certain of my prophecy,\\nThat never shadow of mistrust can cross\\nBetween us. Grant me pardon for my\\nthoughts:\\nAnd for my strange petition I will make\\nAmends hereafter by some gaudy-day,\\nWhen your fair child shall wear your costly\\ngift\\nBeside your own w^arm hearth, with, on her\\nknees.\\nWho knows? another gift of the high God,\\nWhich, maybe, shall have learn d to lisp you\\nthanks.\\nHe spoke: the mother smiled, but half in\\ntears,\\nThen brought a mantle down and wrapt her\\nin it.\\nAnd claspt and kiss d her, and they rode away.\\nNow thrice that morning Guinevere had\\nclimb d", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "108 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThe giant tower, from whose high crest, they\\nsay,\\nMen saw the goodly hills of Somerset,\\nAnd white sails flying on the yellow sea;\\nBut not to goodly hill or yellow sea\\nLook d the fair Queen, but up the vale of Usk,\\nBy the flat meadow, till she saw them come\\nAnd then descending met them at the gates.\\nEmbraced her with all welcome as a friend.\\nAnd did her honor as the Prince s bride,\\nAnd clothed her for her bridals like the sun\\nAnd all that week was old Caerleon gay,\\nFor by the hands of Dubric, the high saint.\\nThey twain were wedded with all ceremony.\\nAnd this was on the last year s Whitsuntide,\\nBut Enid ever kept the faded silk,\\nRemembering how first he came on her,\\nDrest in that dress, and how he loved her in it,\\nAnd all her foolish fears about the dress.\\nAnd all his journey toward her, as himself\\nHad told her, and their coming to the court.\\nAnd now this morning when he said to her,\\n**Put on your worst and meanest dress, she\\nfound\\nAnd took it, and array d herself therein.\\nII.\\nO purblind race of miserable men.\\nHow many among us at this very hour\\nDo forge a life-long trouble for ourselves,\\n;By taking true for false, or false for true\\nMere, thro the feeble twilight of this world", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. I0\u00c2\u00bb\\nGroping, how many, until we pass and reach\\nThat other, where we see as we are seen\\nSo fared it with Geraint, who issuing forth.\\nThat morning, when they both had got to\\nhorse,\\nPerhaps because he loved her passionately,\\nAnd felt that tempest brooding round his\\nheart.\\nWhich, if he spoke at all would break perforce\\nUpon a head so dear in thunder, said\\nNot at my side. I charge thee ride before^\\nEver a good way on before; and this\\nI charge thee, on thy duty as a wife.\\nWhatever happens, not to speak to me.\\nNo, not a word! and Enid was aghast;\\nAnd forth they rode, but scarce three paces on.\\nWhen crying out, Effeminate as I am,\\nI will not fight my way with gilded arms.\\nAll shall be iron; he loosed a mighty purse.\\nHung at his belt, and hurl d it toward the\\nsquire.\\nSo the last sight that Enid had of home\\nWas all the marble threshold flashing, strown\\nWith gold and scatter d coinage, and the squire\\nChafing his shoulder: then he cried again,\\nTo the wilds! and Enid leading down the\\ntracks\\nThro which he bade her lead him on, they\\npast\\nThe marches, and by bandit-haunted holds.\\nGray swamps and pools, waste places of the\\nhern,\\nAnd wildernesses, perilous paths, they rode:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "no IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nRound was their pace at first, but slacken*d\\nsoon:\\nA stranger meeting them had surely thought\\nThey rode so slowly and they look d so pale,\\nThat each had suffer d some exceeding wroi\\nFor he was ever saying to himself,\\n0 I that wasted time to tend upon her,\\nTo compass her with sweet observances.\\nTo dress her beautifully and keep her true\\nAnd there he broke the sentence in his heart\\nAbruptly, as a man upon his tongue\\nMay break it, when his passion masters him.\\nAnd she was ever praying the sweet heavens\\nTo save her dear lord whole from any wound.\\nAnd ever in her mind she cast about\\nFor that unnoticed failing in herself,\\nWhich made him look so cloudy and so cold\\nTill the great plover s human whistle amazed\\nHer heart, and glancing round the waste she\\nfear d\\nIn every wavering brake an ambuscade.\\nThen thought again, If there be such in me,\\nI might amend it by the grace of Heaven,\\nIf he would only speak and tell me of it.\\nBut when the fourth part of the day was\\ngone,\\nThen Enid was aware of three tall knights\\nOn horseback, wholly arm d, behind a rock\\nIn shadow, waiting for them, caitiffs all;\\nAnd heard one crying to his fellow, Look,\\nHere comes a laggard hanging down hia\\nhead.\\nWho seems no bolder than a beaten hound", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. Ill\\nCome, we will slay him and will have his horse\\nAnd armor, and his damsel shall be ours.\\nThen Enid ponder d in her heart, and said,\\nI will go back a little to my lord,\\nAnd I will tell him all their caitiff talk;\\nFor, if he be wroth even to slaying me,\\nFar liefer by his dear hand had I die.\\nThan that my lord should suffer loss or shame.\\nThen she went back some paces of return.\\nMet his full frown timidly firm, and said:\\nMy lord, I saw three bandits by the rock\\nWaiting to fall on you, and heard them boast\\nThat they would slay you, and possess your\\nhorse\\nAnd armor, and your damsel should be theirs.\\nHe made a wrathful answer: Did I wish\\nYour warning or your silence? one command\\nI laid upon you, not to speak to me,\\nAnd thus ye keep it! Well then, look for\\nnow.\\nWhether ye wish me victory or defeat,\\nLong for my life, or hunger for my death,\\nYourself shall see my vigor is not lost.\\nThen Enid waited pale and sorrowful.\\nAnd down upon him bare the bandit three.\\nAnd at the midmost charging, Prince Geraint\\nDrave the long spear a cubit thro his breast\\nAnd out beyond and then against his brace\\nOf comrades, each of whom had broken on him\\nA lance that splintered like an icicle.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "112 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nSwung from his brand a windy buffet out\\nOnce, twice, to right, to left, and stunn d the\\ntwain\\nOr slew them, and dismounting like a man\\nThat skins the wild beast after slaying him,\\nStript from the three dead wolves of woman\\nborn\\nThe three gay suits of armor which they wore^\\nAnd let the bodies lie, but bound the suits\\nOf armor on their horses, each on each,\\nAnd tied the bridle-reins of all the three\\nTogether, and said to her, Drive them on\\nBefore you; and she drove them thro the\\nwaste.\\nHe follow d nearer: ruth began to work\\nAgainst his anger in him, while he watch d\\nThe being he loved best in all the world,\\nWith difficulty in mild obedience\\nDriving them on he fain had spoken to her,\\nAnd loosed in words of sudden fire the wrath\\nAnd smoulder d wrong that burnt him all\\nwithin;\\nBut evermore it seem d an easier thing\\nAt once without remorse to strike her dead,\\nThan to cry Halt, and to her own bright face\\nAccuse her of the least immodesty\\nAnd thus tongue-tied, it made him wroth the\\nmore\\nThat she could speak whom his own ear had\\nheard\\nCall herself false: and suffering thus he made\\nMinutes an age but in scarce longer time\\nThan at Caerleon the full- tided Usk,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 113\\nBefore he turn to fall seaward again,\\nPauses, did Enid, keeping watch, behold\\nIn the first shallow shade of a deep wood,\\nBefore a gloom of stubborn-shafted oaks\\nThree other horsemen waiting, wholly arm d,.\\nWhereof one seem d far larger than her lord.\\nAnd shook her pulses, crying, Look, a prize!\\nThree horses and three goodly suits of arms,\\nAnd all in charge of whom? a girl: set on.\\nNay, said the second, yonder comes a\\nknight.\\nThe third, A craven; how he hangs his head.\\nThe giant answer d merrily, Yea, but one?\\nWait here, and when he passes fall upon him.\\nAnd Enid ponder d in her heart and said,\\nI will abide the coming of my lord.\\nAnd I will tell him all their villainy.\\nMy lord is weary with the fight before.\\nAnd they will fall upon him unawares.\\nI needs must disobey him for his good\\nHow should I dare obey him to his harm?\\nNeeds must I speak, and tho he kill me for it^\\nI save a life dearer to me than mine.\\nAnd she abode his coming, and said to him\\nWith timid firmness, Have I leave to speak?\\nHe said, Ye take it, speaking, and she spoke.\\nThere lurk three villains yonder in the\\nwood,\\nAnd each of them is wholly arm d, and one\\nIs larger-limb d than you are, and they say\\nThat they will fall upon you while ye pass.\\n8", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "114 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nTo which he flung a wrathful answer back.:\\nAnd if there were an hundred in the wood,\\nAnd every man were larger-limb d than I,\\nAnd all at once should sally out upon me,\\nI swear it would not ruffle me so much\\nAs you that not obey me. Stand aside,\\nAnd if I fall, cleave to the better man.\\nAnd Enid stood aside to wait the event.\\nNot dare to watch the combat, only breathe\\nShort fits of prayer, at every strike a breath,\\nAnd he, she dreaded most, bare down upon\\nhim.\\nAim d at the helm, his lance err d; but\\nGeraint s,\\nA little in the late encounter strain d,\\nStruck thro the bulky bandit s corselet hom.e,\\nAnd then brake short, and down his enemy\\nroll d,\\nAnd there lay still as he that tells the tale\\nSaw once a great piece of a promontory.\\nThat had a sapling growing on it, slide\\nFrom the long shore-cliff s windy walls to the\\nbeach.\\nAnd there lie still, and yet the sapling grew\\nSo lay the man transfixt. His craven pair\\nOf comrades making slowlier at the Prince,\\nWhen now they saw their bulwark fallen, stood;\\nOn whom the victor, to confound them more,\\nSpurr d with his terrible war-cry; for as one.\\nThat listens near a torrent mountain-brook,\\nAll thro the crash of the near cataract hears\\nThe drumming thunder of the huger fall\\nA distance, were the soldiers wont to hear", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 115\\nHis voice in battle, and be kindled by it.\\nAnd foemen scared, like that false pair who\\nturn d\\nFlying, but, overtaken, died the death\\nThemselves had wrought on many an innocent.\\nThereon Geraint, dismounting, pick d the\\nlance\\nThat pleased him best, and drew from those\\ndead wolves\\nTheir three gay suits of armor, each from each.\\nAnd bound them on their horses, each on each,\\nAnd tied the bridle-reins of all the three\\nTogether, and said to her, Drive them on\\nBefore you, and she drove them thro the\\nwood.\\nHe follow d nearer still: the pain she had\\nTo keep them in the wild ways of the wood.\\nTwo sets of three laden with jingling arms,\\nTogether, served a little to disedge\\nThe sharpness of that pain about her heart\\nAnd they themselves, like creatures gently born\\nBut into bad hands fall n, and now so long\\nBy bandits groom d, prick d their light ears,\\nand felt\\nHer low firm voice and tender government.\\nSo thro the green gloom of the wood they\\npast\\nAnd issuing under open heavens beheld\\nA little town with tovv^ers, upon a rock,\\nAnd close beneath, a meadow gemlike chased\\nIn the brown wild, and mowers mowino: in it:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "116 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd down a rocky pathway from the place\\nThere came a fair-hair d youth, that in his hand\\nBare victuals for the mowers and Geraint\\nHad ruth again on Enid looking pale\\nThen, moving downward to the meadow\\nground,\\nHe, when the fair-hair d 3^outh came by him,\\nsaid,\\nFriend, let her eat; the damsel is so faint.\\nYea, willingly, replied the youth; and\\nthou.\\nMy lord, eat also, tho the fare is coarse.\\nAnd only meet for mowers; then set down\\nHis basket, and dismounting on the sward\\nThey let the horses graze, and ate themselves.\\nAnd Enid took a little delicately.\\nLess having stomach for it than desire\\nTo close with her lord s pleasure; but Geraint\\nAte all the mowers victual unawares.\\nAnd when he found all empty, was amazed\\nAnd Boy, said he, I have eaten all, but\\ntake\\nA horse and arms for guerdon; choose the\\nbest.\\nHe, reddening in extremity of delight,\\nMy lord, you overpay me fifty-fold.\\nYe will be all the wealthier, cried the Prince,\\nI take it as free gift, then, said the boy,\\nNot guerdon; for myself can easily.\\nWhile your good damsel rests, return, and\\nfetch\\nFresh victual for these mowers of our Earl\\nFor these are his, and all the field is his.\\nAnd I myself am his; and I will tell him", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 117\\nHow great a man thou art: he loves to know-\\nWhen men of mark are in his territory:\\nAnd he will have thee to his palace here,\\nAnd serve thee costlier than with mowers\\nfare.\\nThen said Geraint, I wish no better fare:\\nI never ate with angrier appetite\\nThan when I left your mowers dinnerless.\\nAnd into no Earl s palace will I go.\\nI know, God knows, too much of palaces\\nAnd if he want me, let him come to me.\\nBut hire us some fair chamber for the night,\\nAnd stalling for the horses, and return\\nWith victual for these men, and let us know.\\nYea, my kind lord, said the glad youth,\\nand went,\\nHeld his head high, and thought himself a\\nknight.\\nAnd up the rocky pathway disappear d.\\nLeading the horse, and they were left alone.\\nBut when the Prince had brought his errant\\neyes\\nHome from the rock, sideways he let them\\nglance\\nAt Enid, where she droopt his own false doom,\\nThat shadow of mistrust should never cross\\nBetwixt them, came upon him, and he sigh d\\nThen with another humorous ruth remark d\\nThe lusty mowers laboring dinnerless.\\nAnd watch d the sun blaze on the turning\\nscythe,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "118. IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd after nodded sleepily in the heat.\\nBut she, remembering her old ruin d hall,\\nAnd all the windy clamor of the daws\\nAbout her hollow turret, pluck d the grass\\nThere growing longest by the meadow s edge,,\\nAnd into many a listless annulet,\\nNow over, now beneath her marriage ring,\\nWove and unwove it, till the boy return d\\nAnd told them of a chamber, and they went;\\nWhere, after saying to her, If ye will.\\nCall for the woman of the house, to which\\nShe answer d, Thanks, my lord; the two\\nremain d\\nApart by all the chamber s width, and mute\\nAs creatures voiceless thro the fault of birth,,\\nOr tho wild men supporters of a shield,\\nPainted, who stare at open space, nor glance\\nThe one at other, parted by the shield.\\nOn a sudden, many a voice along the street.\\nAnd heel against the pavement echoing, burst\\nTheir -drowse and either started while the\\ndoor,\\nPush d from without, drave backward to the\\nwall.\\nAnd midmost of a rout of roisterers.\\nFemininely fair and dissolutely pale,\\nHer suitor in old years before Geraint,\\nEnter d, the wild lord of the place, Limours.\\nHe moving up with pliant courtliness,\\nGreeted Geraint full face, but stealthily.\\nIn the mid-warmth of welcome and graspt\\nj\\\\ hand,\\n^caind Enid with the corner of his eye,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 119\\nAnd knew her sitting sad and solitary.\\nThen cried Geraint for wine and goodly cheer\\nTo feed the sudden guest, and sumptuously\\nAccording to his fashion, bade the host\\nCall in what men soever were his friends,\\nAnd feast with these in honor of their Earl\\nAnd care not for the cost; the cost is mine.\\nAnd wine and food were brought, and Earl\\nLimours v\\nDrank till he jested with all ease, and told\\nFree tales, and took the word and play d upon\\nit,\\nAnd made it of two colors for his talk.\\nWhen wine and free companions kindled him,\\nWas wont to glance and sparkle like a gem\\nOf fifty facets thus he moved the Prince\\nTo laughter and his comrades to applause.\\nThen, when the Prince was merry, ask d Li-\\nmours,\\nYour leave, my lord, to cross the room, and\\nspeak\\nTo your good damsel there who sits apart,\\nAnd seems so lonely? My free leave, he\\nsaid;\\nGet her to speak! she doth not speak to me.\\nThen rose Limours, and looking at his feet,\\nLike him who tries the bridge he fears may\\nfail,\\nCrost and came near, lifted adoring eyes\\nBow d at her side and utter d whisperingly\\nEnid, the pilot star of my lone life, ;#J5l\\nEnid, my early and my only love, -^r", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "120 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nEnid, the loss of whom hath turn d me wild,\\nWhat chance is this? how is it I see you here?\\nYe are in my power at last, are in my power.\\nYet fear me not: I call mine own self wild,\\nBut keep a touch of sweet civility\\nHere in the heart of waste and wilderness.\\nI thought, but that your father came between,\\nIn former days you saw me favorably.\\nAnd if it were so do not keep it back\\nMake me a little happier: let me know it:\\nOwe you me nothing for a life half-lost?\\nYea, yea, the whole dear debt of all you are.\\nAnd, Enid, you and he, I see with joy,\\nYe sit apart, you do not speak to him,\\nYou come with no attendance, page or maid,\\nTo serve you doth he love you as of old?\\nFor call it lovers quarrels, yet I know\\nTho men may bicker with the things they\\nlove.\\nThey would not make them laughable in all\\neyes.\\nNot while they loved them and your wretched\\ndress,\\nA wretched insult on you, doubly speaks\\nYour story, that this man loves you no more.\\nYour beauty is no beauty to him now\\nA common chance right well I know it\\npall d\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFor I know men nor will ye win him back,\\nFor the man s love once gone never returns.\\nBut here is one who loves you as of old\\nWith more exceeding passion than of old\\nGood, speak the word: my followers ring him\\nround:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 121\\nHe sits unarm d I hold a finger up;\\nThey understand: nay; I do not mean blood:\\nNor need ye look so scared at what I say:\\nMy malice is no deeper than a moat,\\nNo stronger than a wall there is the keep\\nHe shall not cross us more; speak but the\\nword\\nOr speak it not; but then by Him that made\\nme\\nThe one true lover whom you ever own d,\\nI will make use of all the power I have.\\nO pardon me the madness of that hour,\\nWhen first I parted from thee, moves me yet.\\nAt this the tender sound of his own voice\\nAnd sweet self-pity, or the fancy of it,\\nMade his eye moist; but Enid fear d his eyes,\\nMoist as they were, wine-heated from the feast\\nAnd answer d with such craft as women use,\\nGuilty or guiltless, to stave off a chance\\nThat breaks upon them perilously, and said:\\nEarl, if you love me as in former years.\\nAnd do not practise on me, come with morn,\\nAnd snatch me from him as by violence;\\nLeave me to-night; I am weary to the death.\\nLow at leave-taking, with his brandish d\\nplume\\nBrushing his instep, bow d the all-amorous\\nEarl,\\nAnd the stout Prince bade him a loud good-\\nnight,\\nHe moving homeward babbled to his men,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "122 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nHow Enid never loved a man but him,\\nNor cared a broken egg-shell for her lord.\\nBut Enid left alone with Prince Geraint,\\nDebating his command of silence given,\\nAnd that she now perforce must violate it,\\nHeld commune with herself, and while she held\\nHe fell asleep, and Enid had no heart\\nTo wake him, but hung o er him, wholly\\npleased\\nTo find him yet unwounded after fight.\\nAnd hear him breathing low and equally.\\nAnon she rose, and stepping lightly, heap d\\nThe pieces of his armor in one place.\\nAll to be there against a sudden need\\nThen dozed awhile herself, but overtoil d\\nBy that day s grief and travel, evermore\\nSeem d catching at a rootless thorn, and then\\nWent slipping down horrible precipices,\\nAnd strongly striking out her limbs awoke\\nThen thought she heard the wild Earl at the\\ndoor.\\nWith all his rout of random followers,\\nSound on a dreadful trumpet, summoning her;\\nWhich was the red cock shouting to the light,\\nAs the gray dawn stole o er the dewy world.\\nAnd glimmer d on his armor in the room.\\nAnd once again she rose to look at it,\\nBut touch d it unawares: jangling, the casque\\nFell, and he started up and stared at her.\\nThen breaking his command of silence given,\\nShe told him all that Earl Limours had said,\\nExcept the passage that he loved her not;\\nNor left untold the craft herself had used", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 123\\nBut ended with apology so sweet,\\nLow-spoken, and of so few words, and seem d\\nSo justified by that necessity,\\nThat tho, he thought was it for him she wept\\nIn Devon? he but gave a wrathful groan.\\nSaying, Your sweet faces make good fellows\\nfools\\nAnd traitors. Call the host and bid him\\nbring\\nCharger and palfrey. So she glided out\\nAmong the heavy breathings of the house,\\nAnd like a household Spirit at the walls\\nBeat, till she woke the sleepers, and return d:\\nThen tendering her rough lord, tho all un-\\nask d,\\nIn silence, did him service as a squire\\nTill issuing arm d he found the host and cried,\\nThy reckoning, friend? and ere he learnt it,\\nTake\\nFive horses and their armours and the host\\nSuddenly honest, answer d in amaze,\\nMy lord, I scarce have spent the worth of\\none!\\nYe will be all the wealthier, said the Prince,\\nAnd then to Enid, Forward! and to-day\\nI charge you, Enid, more especially.\\nWhat thing soever ye may hear, or see,\\nOr fancy (tho I count it of small use\\nTo charge you) that ye speak not, but obey.\\nAnd Enid answer d, Yea, my lord, I know\\nYour wish, and would obey; but riding first,\\nI hear the violent threats you do not hear,\\nI see the danger which you cannot see", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "124 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen not to give you warning, that seems hard\\nAlmost beyond me: yet I would obey.\\nYea so, said he, do it: be not too wise\\nSeeing that ye are wedded to a man,\\nNot all mismated with a yawning clown,\\nBut one with arms to guard his head and yours,\\nWith eyes to find you out however far,\\nAnd ears to hear you even in his dreams.\\nWith that he turn d and look d as keenly at\\nher\\nAs careful robin s eye to delver s toil;\\nAnd that within her, which a wanton fool,\\nOr hasty judger would have call d her guilt,\\nMade her cheek burn and either eyelid fall.\\nAnd Garaint look d and was not satisfied.\\nThen forward by a way which, beaten broad,\\nLed from the territory of false Limours\\nTo the waste earldom of another earl,\\nDoorm, whom his shaking vassals call d the\\nBull,\\nWent Enid with her sullen follower on.\\nOnce she look d back, and when she saw him\\nride\\nMore near by many a rood than yestermorn,\\nIt wellnigh made her cheerful till Garaint\\nWaving an angry hand as who should say\\nYe watch me, sadden d all her heart again.\\nBut while the sun yet beat a dewy blade,\\nThe sound of many a heavily-galloping hoof\\nSmote on her ear, and turning round she saw\\nDust, and the points of lances bicker in it.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 125\\nThen not to disobey her lord s behest,\\nAnd yet to give him warning, for he rode\\nAs if he heard not, moving back she held\\nHer finger up, and pointed to the dust.\\nAt which the wan-ior in his obstinacy,\\nBecause she kept the letter of his word,\\nAVas in a manner pleased, and turning, stood.\\nAnd in the moment after, wild Limours,\\nBorne on a black horse, like a thunder-cloud\\nWhose skirts are loosen d by the breaking storm\\nHalf ridden off with by the thing he rode,\\nAnd all in passion uttering a dry shriek,\\nDash d on Geraint, who closed with him, and\\nbore\\nDown by the length of lance and arm beyond\\nThe crupper, and so left him stunn d or dead,\\nAnd overthrew the next that follow d him,\\nAnd blindly rush d on all the rout behind.\\nBut at the flash and motion of the man\\nThey vanish d panic-stricken, like a shoal\\nOf darting fish, that on a summer morn\\nA down the crystal dykes at Camelot\\nCome slipping o er their shadows on the sand,\\nBut if a man who stands upon the brink\\nBut lift a shining hand against the sun,\\nThere is not left the twinkle of a fin\\nBetwixt the cressy islets white in flower\\nSo, scared but at the motion of the man,\\nFled all the boon companions of the Earl,\\nAnd left him lying in the public way;\\nSo vanish friendships only made in wine.\\nThen like a stormy sunlight smiled Geraint,\\nWho saw the chargers of the two that fell", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "126 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nStart from their fallen lords, and wildly fly,\\nMix with the flyers. Horse and man, he\\nsaid,\\nAll of one mind and all right-honest friends!\\nNot a hoof left: and I methinks till now\\nWas honest paid with horses and with arms;\\nI cannot steal or plunder, no nor beg\\nAnd so what say ye, shall we strip him there\\nYour lover? has your palfrey heart enough\\nTo bear his armour? shall we fast, or dine?\\nNo? then do thou, being right honest, pray\\nThat we m^ay meet the horsemen of Earl\\nDoorm,\\nI too would still be honest. Thus he, said:\\nAnd sadly gazing on her bridle-reins.\\nAnd answering not one word, she led the way.\\nBut as a man to whom a dreadful loss\\nFalls in a far land and he knows it not,\\nBut coming back he learns it, and the loss\\nSo pains him that he sickens nigh to death\\nSo fared it with Geraint, who being prick d\\nIn combat with the follower of Limours,\\nBled underneath his armour secretly.\\nAnd so rode on, nor told his gentle wife\\nWhat ail d him, hardly knowing it himself.\\nTill his eye darkened and his helmet wagg d;\\nAnd at a sudden swerving of the road,\\nTho happily down on a bank of grass,\\nThe Prince, without a word, from his horse fell.\\nAnd Enid heard the clashing of his fall,\\nSuddenly came, and at his side all pale\\nDismounting, loosed the fastenings of his arms,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 12T\\nNor let her true hand falter, nor blue eye\\nMoisten, till she had lighted on his wound,\\nAnd tearing off her veil of faded silk\\nHad bared her forehead to the blistering sun,\\nAnd swathed the hurt that drain d her dear\\nlord s life.\\nThen after all was done that hand could do,\\nShe rested, and her desolation came\\nUpon her, and she wept beside the way.\\nAnd many past, but none regarded her,\\nFor in that realm of lawless turbulence,\\nA woman weeping for her murder d mate\\nWas cared as much for as a summer shower\\nOne took him for a victim of Earl Doorm,\\nNor dared to waste a perilous pity on him:\\nAnother hurrying past, a man-at-arms,\\nRode on a mission to the bandit Earl;\\nHalf whistling and half singing a coarse song,\\nHe drove the dust against her veilless eyes:\\nAnother, flying from the wrath of Doorm\\nBefore an ever- fancied arrow, made\\nThe long way smoke beneath him in his fear;\\nAt which her palfrey whinnying lifted heel,\\nAnd scour d into the coppices and was lost,\\nWhile the great charger stood, grieved like a\\nman.\\nBut at the point of noon the huge Earl Doorm,\\nBroad-faced with under-fringe of russet beard.\\nBound on a foray, rolling eyes of prey,\\nCame riding with a hundred lances up\\nBut ere he came, like one that hails a ship,\\nCried out with a big voice, What, is he dead?", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "128 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nNo, no, not dead! she answer d in all haste.\\nWould som-e of your kind people take him up,\\nAnd bare him hence out of this cruel sun?\\nMost sure am I, quite sure, he is not dead.\\nThen said Earl Doorni: Well, if he be not\\ndead,\\nWhy wail ye for him thus? ye seem a child.\\nAnd be he dead, I count you for a fool;\\nYour wailing will not quicken him dead or not.\\nYe mar a comely face with idiot tears.\\nYet, since the face is comely some of you,\\nHere, take him up, and bear him to our hall:\\nAnd if he live, we will have him of our band;\\nAnd if he die, why earth has earth enough\\nTo hide him. See ye take the charger too,\\nA noble one.\\nHe spake, and past away,\\nBut left two brawny spearmen, who advanced,\\nEach growling like a dog, when his good bone\\nSeems to be pluck d at by the village boys\\nWho love to vex him eating, and he fears\\nTo lose his bone, and lays his foot upon it.\\nGnawing and growling: so the ruffians growl d,\\nFearing to lose, and all for a dead man.\\nTheir chance of booty from the morning s raid,\\nYet raised and laid him on a litter-bier,\\nSuch as they brought upon their forays out\\nFor those that might be wounded; laid him\\non it\\nAll in the hollow of his shield, and took\\nAnd bore him to the naked hall of Doorm\\n(His gentle charger following him unled)", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 129\\nAnd cast him and the bier in which he lay\\nDown on an oaken settle in the hall,\\nAnd then departed, hot in haste to join\\nTheir luckier mates, but growling- as before.\\nAnd cursing their lost time, and the dead man,\\nAnd their own Earl, and their own souls, and\\nher.\\nThey might as well have blest her: she was\\ndeaf\\nTo blessing or to cursing save from one.\\nSo for long hours sat Enid by her lord,\\nThere in the naked hall, propping his head.\\nAnd chafing his pale hands, and calling to him.\\nTill at the last he waken d from his swoon,\\nAnd found his own dear bride propping his\\nhead,\\nAnd chafing his faint hands, and calling to him\\nAnd felt the warm tears falling on his face\\nAnd said to his own heart, She weeps for\\nme:\\nAnd yet lay still, and feign d himself as dead\\nThat he might prove her to the uttermost.\\nAnd say to his own heart, She weeps for me.\\nBut in the falling afternoon return d\\nThe huge Earl Doorm with plunder to the hall.\\nHis lusty spearman follow d him with noise:\\nEach hurling down a heap of things that rang\\nAgainst the pavement, cast his lance aside,\\nAnd doff d his helm and then there fluttered\\nin.\\nHalf-bold, half-frighted, with dilated eyes,\\nA tribe of women, dress d in many hues,\\n9 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "130 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd mingled with the spearmen: and Eaii.\\nDoorm\\nStruck with a knife s haft hard against the\\nboard,\\nAnd call d for flesh and wine to feed his spears.\\nAnd men brought in whole hogs and quarter\\nbeeves,\\nAnd all the hall was dim with steam of flesh\\nAnd none spake word, but all sat down at\\nonce,\\nAnd ate with tumult in the naked hall,\\nFeeding like horses when you hear them feed\\nTill Enid shrank far back into herself,\\nTo shun the wild ways of the lawless tribe.\\nBut when Earl Doorm had eaten all he would.\\nHe roll d his eyes about the hall, and found\\nA damsel drooping in a corner of it.\\nThen he remember d her, and how she wept;\\nAnd out of her there came a power upon him\\nAnd rising on the sudden he said, *Eat!\\nI never yet beheld a thing so pale.\\nGod s curse, it makes me mad to see you weep.\\nEat! Look yourself. Good luck had your\\ngood man,\\nFor were I dead who is it would weep for me?\\nSweet lady, never since I first drew breath\\nHave I beheld a lily like yourself.\\nAnd so there lived some colour in your cheek.\\nThere is not one among my gentlewomen\\nWere fit to wear your slipper for a glove.\\nBut listen to me, and by me be ruled,\\nAnd I will do the thing I have not done,\\nFor ye shall share my earldom with me, girl.\\nAnd we will live like two birds in one nest.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 131\\nAnd I will fetch 3 OU forage from all fields,\\nFor I compel all creatures to my will.\\nHe spoke the brawny spearman let his cheek\\nBulge with the unswallow d piece, and turn-\\ning stared:\\nWhile some, whose souls the old serpent long\\nhad drawn\\nDown, as the worm draws in the wither d leaf\\nAnd makes it earth, hiss d each at other s ear\\nWhat shall not be recorded women they.\\nWomen, or what had been those gracious\\nthings,\\nBut now desired the humbling of their best.\\nYea, would have help d him to it: and all at\\nonce\\nThey hated her, who took no thought of them,\\nBut answer d in low voice, her meek head yet\\nDrooping, I pray you of your courtesy,\\nHe being as he is, to let me be.\\nShe spake so low he hardly heard her speak,\\nBut like a mighty patron, satisfied\\nWith what himself had done so graciously.\\nAssumed that she had thank d him, adding,\\nYea,\\nEat and be glad, for I account you mine.\\nShe answer d meekly, How should I be\\nglad\\nHenceforth in all the world at anything.\\nUntil my lord arise and look upon me?\\nHere the huge Earl cried out upon her talk.\\nAs all but empty heart and weariness", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "132 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd sickly nothing suddenly seized on her,\\nAnd bare her by main violence to the board,\\nAnd thrust the dish before her, crying, Eat.\\nNo, no, said Enid, vext, I will not eat\\nTill yonder man upon the bier arise.\\nAnd eat with me. Drink then, he an-\\nswer d, Here!\\n(And fill d a horn with wine and held it to her),\\nLo! I, myself, when flush d with fight, or\\nhot,\\nGod s curse, with anger often I myself,\\nBefore I well have drunken, scarce can eat\\nDrink therefore and the wine will change your\\nwill.\\nNot so, she cried, by Heaven, I will not\\ndrink\\nTill my dear lord arise and bid me do it.\\nAnd drink with me and if he rise no more,\\nI will not look at wine until I die.\\nAt this he turn d all red and paced his hall,\\nNow gnaw d his under, now his upper lip,\\nAnd coming up close to her, said at last:\\nGirl, for I see ye scorn my courtesies,\\nTake warning yonder man is surely dead\\nAnd I compel all creatures to my will.\\nNot eat nor drink? And wherefore wail for one,\\nWho put your beauty to this flout and scorn\\nBy dressing it in rags? Amazed am I,\\nBeholding how ye butt against my wish.\\nThat I forbear you thus: cross me no more.\\nAt least put off to please me this poor gown,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 133\\nThis silken rag, this beggar-woman s weed:\\nI love that beauty should go beautifully\\nFor see ye not my gentlewomen here,\\nHow gay, how suited to the house of one\\nWho loves that beauty should go beautifully?\\nRise therefore robe yourself in this obey.\\nHe spoke, and one among his gentlewomen\\nDisplay d a splendid silk of foreign loom,\\nWhere like a shoaling sea the lovely blue\\nPlay d into green, and thicker down the front\\nWith jewels than the sward with drops of dew.\\nWhen all night long a cloud clings to the hill.\\nAnd with the dawn ascending lets the day\\nStrike where it clung: so thickly shone the\\ngems.\\nBut Enid answer d, harder to be moved\\nThan hardest tyrants in their day of power,\\nWith life-long injuries burning unavenged,\\nAnd now their hour has come; and Enid said:\\nIn this poor gown my dear lord found me\\nfirst\\nAnd loved me serving in my father s hall\\nIn this poor gown I rode with him to court.\\nAnd there the Queen array d me like the sun:\\nIn this poor gown he bade me clothe myself,\\nWhen now we rode upon this fatal quest\\nOf honour, where no honour can be gain d:\\nAnd this poor gown I will not cast aside\\nUntil himself arise a living man.\\nAnd bid me cast it. I have griefs enough\\nPray you be gentle, pray you let me be:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "134 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nI never loved, can never love but him\\nYea, God, I pray you of your gentleness,\\nHe being as he is, to let me be.\\nThen strode the brute Earl up and down his\\nhall.\\nAnd took his russet beard between his teeth\\nLast, coming up quite close, and in his mood\\nCrying, I count it of no more avail.\\nDame, to be gentle than ungentle with you\\nTake my salute, unknightly with fiat hand,\\nHowever lightly, smote her on cheek.\\nThen Enid, in her utter helplessness.\\nAnd since she thought, He had not dared to\\ndo it.\\nExcept he surely knew my lord was dead,\\nSent forth a sudden sharp and bitter cry,\\nAs of a wild thing taken in the trap,\\nWhich sees the trapper coming thro the wood.\\nThis heard Geraint, and grasping at his\\nsword\\n(It lay beside him in a hollow shield),\\nMade but a single bound, and with a sweep\\nof it\\nShore thro the swarthy neck, and like a ball\\nThe russet-bearded head roll d on the floor.\\nSo died Earl Doorm by him he counted dead.\\nAnd all the men and women in the hall\\nRose when they saw the dead man rise, and\\nfled\\nYelling as from a spectre, and the two\\nWere left alone together, and he said", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING 135\\n**Enid, I have used you worse than that dead\\nman,\\nDone you more wrong: we both have under-\\ngone\\nThat trouble which has left me thrice your\\nown:\\nHenceforward I will rather die than doubt.\\nAnd here I lay this penance on myself,\\nNot, tho mine own ears heard you yester-\\nmorn\\nYou thought me sleeping, but I heard you say,\\nI heard you say, that you were no true wife\\nI swear I will not ask your meaning in it\\nI do believe yourself against yourself.\\nAnd will henceforward rather die than doubt.\\nAnd Enid could not say one tender word,\\nShe felt so blunt and stupid at the heart:\\nShe only pray d him, Fly, they will return\\nAnd slay you fly, your charger is without,\\nMy palfrey lost. Then, Enid, shall you\\nride\\nBehind me. Yea, said Enid, let us go.\\nAnd moving out they found the stately horse,\\nWho now no more a vassal to the thief.\\nBut free to stretch his limbs in lawful fight,\\nNeigh d with all gladness as they came, and\\nstoop d\\nWith a low whinny toward the pair: and she\\nKiss d the white star upon his noble front,\\nGlad also; then Geraint upon the horse\\nMounted, and reach d a hand, and on his foot\\nShe set her own and climb d; he turn d his\\nface", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "136 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd kiss d her climbing, and she cast her arms\\nAbout him, and at once they rode away.\\nAnd never yet, since high in Paradise\\nO er the four rivers the first roses blew,\\nCame purer pleasure unto mortal kind\\nThan lived thro her, who in that perilous hour\\nPut hand to hand beneath her husband s heart,\\nAnd felt him hers again: she did not weep,\\nBut o er her meek eyes came a happy mist\\nLike that which kept the heart of Eden green\\nBefore the useful trouble of the rain\\nYet not so misty were her meek blue eyes\\nAs not to see before them on the path,\\nRight in the gateway of the bandit hold,\\nA knight of Arthur s court, who laid his lance\\nIn rest, and made as if to fall upon him.\\nThen, fearing for his hurt and loss of blood.\\nShe, with her mind all full of what had chanced,\\nShriek d to the stranger, Slay not a dead\\nman!\\nThe voice of Enid, said the knight, but she,\\nBeholding it was Edyrn son of Nudd,\\nWas moved so much the more, and shriek d\\nagain,\\n**0 cousin, slay not him who gave you life.\\nAnd Edyrn moving frankly forward spake\\nMy lord Geraint, I greet you with all love;\\nI took you for a bandit knight of Doorm;\\nAnd fear not, Enid, I should fall upon him,\\nWho love you, Prince, with something of the\\nlove\\nWherewith we love the Heaven that chastens us\\nFor once, when I was up so high in pride", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 137\\nThat I was halfway down the slope to Hell,\\nBy overthrowing me you threw me higher.\\nNow, made a knight of Arthur s Table Round\\nAnd since I know this Earl, when I myself\\nWas half a bandit in my lawless hour,\\nI come the mouthpiece of our King to Doorm\\n(The King is close behind me) bidding him\\nDisband himself, and scatter all his powers,\\nSubmit, and hear the judgment of the King.\\nHe hears the judgment of the King of\\nkings.\\nCried the wan Prince: and lo, the powers of\\nDoorm\\nAre scatter d, and he pointed to the field,\\nWhere, huddled here and there on mound and\\nknoll.\\nWere men and women staring and aghast,\\nWhile some yet fled and then he plainlier told\\nHow the huge Earl lay slain within his hall.\\nBut when the knight besought him, Follow me,\\nPrince, to the camp, and in the King s own ear\\nSpeak what has chanced ye surely have en-\\ndured\\nStrange chances here alone that other flush d\\nAnd hung his head, and halted in reply,\\nFearing the mild face of the blameless King,\\nAnd after madness acted question ask d:\\nTill Edyrn crying, If ye will not go\\nTo Arthur, then will Arthur come to you,\\nEnough, he said, I follow, and they went.\\nBut Enid in their going had two fears,\\nOne from the bandit scatter d in the field,\\nAnd one from Edyrn. Every now and then,\\n10 IdyUs", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "138 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nWhen Edyrn rein d his charger at her side,\\nShe shrank a little. In a hollow land,\\nFrom which old fires have broken, men may\\nfear\\nFresh fire and ruin. He, perceiving, said:\\nFair and dear cousin, you that most had\\ncause\\nTo fear me, fear no longer, I am changed.\\nYourself were first the blameless cause to make\\nMy nature s prideful sparkle in the blood\\nBreak into furious flame being repulsed\\nBy Yniol and yourself, I schemed and wrought\\nUntil I overturn d him; then set up\\n(With one main purpose ever at my heart)\\nMy haughty jousts, and took a paramour;\\nDid her mock-honour as the fairest fair,\\nAnd, toppling over all antagonism,\\nSo wax d in pride, that I believed myself\\nUnconquerable, for I was wellnigh mad:\\nAnd, but for my main purpose in these jousts,\\nI should have slain your father, seized yourself.\\nI lived in hope that some time you would come\\nTo these my lists with him whom best you\\nloved\\nAnd there, poor cousin, with your meek blue\\neyes,\\nThe truest eyes that ever answer d Heaven,\\nBehold me overturn and trample on him.\\nThen, had you cried, or knelt, or pray d to me,\\nI should not less have kill d him. And you\\ncame,\\nBut once you came, and with your own true\\neyes", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 139\\nBeheld the man you love (I speak as one\\nSpeaks of a service done him) overthrow\\nMy proud self, and my purpose three years old,\\nAnd set his foot upon me, and give me life.\\nThere was I broken down there was I saved\\nTho thence I rode all-shamed, hating the life\\nHe gave me, meaning to be rid of it.\\nAnd all the penance the Queen laid upon me\\nWas but to rest awhile within her court\\nWhere first as sullen as a beast new-caged,\\nAnd waiting to be treated like a wolf.\\nBecause I knew my deeds were known, I found,\\nInstead of scornful pity or pure scorn,\\nSuch fine reserve and noble reticence.\\nManners so kind, yet stately, such a grace\\nOf tenderest courtesy, that I began\\nTo glance behind me at my former life,\\nAnd find that it had been the wolf s indeed:\\nAnd oft I talk d with Dubric, the high saint.\\nWho, with mild heat of holy oratory.\\nSubdued me somewhat to that gentleness,\\nWhich, when it weds with manhood, makes a\\nman.\\nAnd you were often there about the Queen,\\nBut saw me not, or mark d not if you saw;\\nNor did I care or dare to speak with you.\\nBut kept myself aloof till I was changed\\nAnd fear not, cousin; I am changed indeed.\\nHe spoke, and Enid easily believed.\\nLike simple noble natures, credulous\\nOf what they long for, good in friend or foe,\\nThere most in those who most have done\\nthem ill.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "140 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd when they reach d the camp the King\\nhimself\\nAdvanced to greet them, and beholding her\\nTho pale, yet happy, ask d her not a word,\\nBut went apart with Edyrn, whom he held\\nIn converse for a little, and return d.\\nAnd, gravely smiling, lifted her from horse,\\nAnd kiss d her with all pureness, brother-like,\\nAnd show d an empty tent allotted her.\\nAnd glancing for a minute, till he saw her\\nPass into it, turn d to the Prince, and said:\\nPrince, when of late ye pray d me for my\\nleave\\nTo move to your own land, and there defend\\nYour marches, I was prick d with some reproof,\\nAs one that let foul wrong stagnate and be.\\nBy having look d too much thro alien eyes,\\nAnd wrought too long with delegated hands,\\nNot used mine own but now behold me come\\nTo cleanse this common sewer of all my realm,\\nWith Edyrn and with others: have ye look d\\nAt Edyrn? have ye seen how nobly changed?\\nThis work of his is great and wonderful.\\nHis very face with change of heart is changed,\\nThe world will not believe a man repents:\\nAnd this wise world of ours is mainly right.\\nFull seldom doth a man repent, or use\\nBoth grace and will to pick the vicious quitch\\nOf blood and custom wholly out of him,\\nAnd make all clean, and plant himself afresh.\\nEdyrn has done it, weeding all his heart\\nAs I will weed this land before I go.\\nI, therefore, made him of our Table Round,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 141\\nNot rashly, but have proved him every way\\nOne of our noblest, our most valorous,\\nSanest and most obedient: and indeed\\nThis work of Edyrn wrought upon himself\\nAfter a life of violence, seems to me\\nA thousand- fold more great and wonderful\\nThan if some knight of mine, risking his life.\\nMy subject with my subjects under him.\\nShould make an onslaught single on a realm\\nOf robbers, tho he slew them one by one.\\nAnd were himself nigh wounded to the death.\\nSo spake the King; low bow d the Prince,\\nand felt\\nHis work was neither great nor wonderful.\\nAnd past to Enid s tent; and thither came\\nThe King s own leech to look into his hurt;\\nAnd Enid tended on him there and there\\nHer constant motion round him, and the breath\\nOf her sweet tendance hovering over him,\\nFill d all the genial courses of his blood\\nWith deeper and with ever deeper love,\\nAs the south-west that blowing Bala lake\\nFills all the sacred Dee. So past the days.\\nBut while Geraint lay healing of his hurt,\\nThe blameless King went forth and cast his\\neyes\\nOn each of all whom Uther left in charge\\nLong since, to guard the justice of the King:\\nHe look d and found them wanting; and as\\nnow\\nMen weed the white horse on the Berkshire\\nhills", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "142 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nTo keep him bright and clean as heretofore.\\nHe rooted out the slothful officer\\nOr guilty, which for bribe had wink d at wrong.\\nAnd in their chairs set up a stronger race\\nWith hearts and hands, and sent a thousand\\nmen\\nTo till the wastes, and moving everywhere\\nClear d the dark places and let in the law.\\nAnd broke the bandit holds and cleansed the\\nland.\\nThen, when Geraint was whole again, tjiey\\npast\\nWith Arthur to Caerleon upon Usk.\\nThere the great Queen once more embraced\\nher friend,\\nAnd clothed her in apparel like the day.\\nAnd tho Geraint could never take again\\nThat comfort from their converse which he\\ntook\\nBefore the Queen s fair name was breathed\\nupon,\\nHe rested well content that all was well.\\nThence after tarrying for a space they rode,\\nAnd fifty knights rode with them to the shores\\nOf Severn, and they past to their own land.\\nAnd there he kept the justice of the King\\nSo vigorously yet mildly, that all hearts\\nApplauded, and the spiteful whisper died\\nAnd being ever foremost in the chase.\\nAnd victor at the tilt and tournament,\\nThey call d him the great Prince and men of\\nmen.\\nBut Enid, whom the ladies loved to call", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 143\\nEnid the Fair, a grateful people named\\nEnid the Good and in their halls arose\\nThe cry of children, Enids and Geraints\\nOf times to be; nor did he doubt her more,\\nBut rested in her fealty, till he crown d\\nA happy life with a fair death, and fell\\nAgainst the heathen of the Northern Sea\\nIn battle, fighting for the blameless King.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "144 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nMERLIN AND VIVIEN.\\nA storm was coming, but the winds were still,\\nAnd in the wild woods of Broceliande,\\nBefore an oak, so hollow, huge and old\\nIt look d a tower of ruin d masonwork,\\nAt Merlin s feet the wily Vivien lay.\\nWhence came she? One that bare in bitter\\ngrudge\\nThe scorn of Arthur and his Table, Mark\\nThe Cornish King, had heard a wandering\\nvoice,\\nA minstrel of Caerleon by strong storm\\nBlown into shelter at Tintagil, say\\nThat out of naked knightlike purity\\nSir Lancelot worshipt no unmarried girl\\nBut the great Queen herself, fought in her\\nname,\\nSware by her vows like theirs, that high in\\nheaven\\nLove most, but neither marry, nor are given\\nIn marriage, angels of our Lord s report.\\nHe ceased, and then for Vivien sweetly said\\n(She sat beside the banquet nearest Mark),\\nAnd is the fair example follow d. Sir,\\nIn Arthur s household? answer d innocently", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 145\\n*Ay, by some few ay, truly youths that\\nhold\\nIt more beseems the perfect virgin knight\\nTo worship woman as true wife beyond\\nAll hopes of gaining, than as maiden girl.\\nThey place their pride in Lancelot and the\\nQueen.\\nSo passionate for an utter purity\\nBeyond the limit of their bond, are these,\\nFor Arthur bound them not to singleness.\\nBrave hearts and clean! and yet God guide\\nthem young.\\nThen Mark was half in heart to hurl his cup\\nStraight at the speaker, but forebore he rose\\nTo leave the hall, and, Vivien following him,\\nTurn d to her: Here are snakes within the\\ngrass;\\nAnd you methinks, O Vivien, save ye fear\\nThe monkish manhood, and the mask of pure\\nWorn by this court, can stir them till they\\nsting.\\nAnd Vivien answer d, smiling scornfully,\\n*Why fear? because that foster d at thy court\\nI savour of thy virtues? fear them? no.\\nAs Love, if Love be perfect, casts out fear,\\nSo Hate, if Hate be perfect, casts out fear.\\nMy father died in battle against the King,\\nMy mother on his corpse in open field\\nShe bore me there, for born from death was J\\nAmong the dead and sown upon the wind\\nAnd then on thee! and shown thee truth\\nbetimes,\\n10", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "146 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThat old true filth, and bottom of the well,\\nWhere Truth is hidden. Gracious lessons\\nthine\\nAnd maxims of the mud This Arthur pure\\nGreat Nature thro the flesh herself hath made\\nGives him the lie There is no being pure.\\nMy cherub; saith not Holy Writ the same?\\nIf I were Arthur, I would have thy blood.\\nThy blessing, stainless King! I bring thee\\nback,\\nWhen I have ferreted out their burrowings,\\nThe hearts of all this Order in mine hand\\nAy so that fate and craft and folly close,\\nPerchance, one curl of Arthur s golden beard.\\nTo me this narrow grizzled fork of thine\\nIs cleaner-fashion d Well, I loved thee first,\\nThat warps the wit.\\nLoud laugh d the graceless Mark.\\nBut Vivien, into Camelot stealing, lodged\\nLow in the city, and on a festal day\\nAVhen Guinevere was crossing the great hall\\nCast herself down, knelt to the Queen, and\\nwail d.\\nWhy kneel ye there? WTiat evil have ye\\nwrought?\\nRise! and the damsel bidden rise arose\\nAnd stood with folded hands and downward\\neyes\\nOf glancing corner, and all meekly said,\\nNone wrought, but suffer d much, an orphan\\nmaid!\\nMy father died in battle for thy King,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 147\\nMy mother on his corpse in open field,\\nThe sad sea-sounding wastes of Lyonesse\\nPoor wretch no friend! and now by Mark\\nthe King\\nFor that small charm of feature mine, pursued\\nIf any such be mine I fly to thee.\\nSave, save me thou Woman of women thine\\nThe wreath of beauty, thine the crown of\\npower.\\nBe thine the balm of pity, O Heaven s own\\nwhite\\nEarth-angel, stainless bride of stainless King\\nHelp, for he follows: take me to thyself!\\nyield me shelter for mine innocency\\nAmong thy maidens!\\nHere her slow sweet eyes\\nFear-tremulous, but humbly hopeful, rose\\nFixt on her hearer s, while the Queen who\\nstood\\nAH-glittering^irke May:_^sunshme on May leaves\\nIn green and gold, and plumed with green,\\nreplied,\\nPeace, child! of overpraise and overblame\\nWe choose the last. Our noble Arthur, him\\nYe scarce can overpraise, will hear and know.\\nTTay we believe all evil of thy Mark\\nWell, we shall test thee farther but this hour\\nWe ride a-hawking with Sir Lancelot.\\nHe hath given us a fair falcon which he train d;\\nWe go to prove it. Bide ye here th^ while.\\nShe past; and Vivien murmur d after Go!\\n1 bide the while. Then thro the portal-arch", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "148 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nPeering askance, and muttering broken-wise,\\nAs one that labours with an evil dream,\\nBeheld the Queen and Lancelot get to horse,\\nIs that the Lancelot? goodly ay, but gaunt\\nCourteous amends for gauntness takes her\\nhand\\nThat glance of theirs, but for the street, had\\nbeen\\nA clinging kiss how hand lingers in hand!\\nLet go at last they ride away to hawk\\nFor waterfowl. Royaller game is mine.\\nFor such a supersensual bond\\nAs that gray cricket chirpt of at our hearth\\nTouch flax with flame a glance will serve\\nthe liars\\n/Ah little rat that borest in the dyke\\nThy hole by night to let the boundless deep\\nDown upon far-off cities while they dance\\nOr dream of thee they dream d not nor of\\nme\\nThese ay, but each of either ride, and dream\\nThe mortal dream that never yet was mine\\nRide, ride and dream until ye wake to me\\nThen, narrow court and lubber King, farewell!\\nFor Lancelot will be gracious to the rat,\\nAnd our wise Queen, if knowing that I know,\\nWill hate, loathe, fear but honour me the\\nmore.\\nYet while they rode together down the plain,\\nTheir talk was all of training, terms of art.\\nDiet and seeling, jesses, leash and lure.\\n**She is too noble, he said, to check at pies,\\nV", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 149\\nNor will she rake there is no baseness in her.\\nHere when the Queen demanded as by chance\\nKnow 3^e the stranger woman? Let her\\nbe,\\nSaid Lancelot and unhooded casting off\\nThe goodly falcon free; she tower d; her bells,\\nTone under tone, shrill d; and they lifted up\\nTheir eager faces, wondering at the strength,\\nBoldness and royal knighthood of the bird\\nWho pounced her quarry and slew it. Many\\na time\\nAs once of old among the flowers they\\nrode.\\nBut Vivien half-forgotten of the Queen\\nAmong her damsels broidering sat, heard,\\nwatch d\\nAnd whisper d: thro the peaceful court she\\ncrept\\nAnd whisper d: then as Arthur in the highest\\nLeaven d the world, so Vivien in the lowest,\\nArriving at a time of golden rest\\nAnd sowing one ill hint from ear to ear.\\nWhile all the heathen lay at Arthur s feet,\\nAnd no quest came, but all was joust and play,\\nLeaven d his hall. They heard and let her be.\\nThereafter as an enemy that has left\\nDeath in the living waters, and withdrawn.\\nThe wily Vivien stole from Arthur s court.\\nShe hated all the knights, and heard in thought\\nTheir lavish comment when her name was\\nnamed.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "150 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nFor once, when Arthur walking all alone,\\nVext at a rumor issued from herself\\nOf some corruption crept among his knights,\\nHad met her, Vivien, being greeted fair,\\nWould fain have wrought upon his cloudy\\nmood\\nWith reverent eyes moc kjloy ah shaken voice,\\nAnd fluttered adoration, and at last\\nWith dark sweet hints of some who prized him\\nmore\\nThan who should prize him most; at which\\nthe King\\nHad gazed upon her blankly and gone by\\nBut one had watch d, and had not held his\\npeace\\nIt made the laughter of an afternoon\\nThat Vivien should attempt the blameless King.\\nAnd after that, she sat herself to gain\\nHim, the most famous man of all those times.\\nMerlin, who knew the range of all their arts,\\nHad built the King his havens, ships, and\\nhalls.\\nWas also Bard, and knew the starry heavens\\nThe people call d him Wizard; whom at first\\nShe play d about with slight and sprightly talk.\\nAnd vivid smiles, and faintly- venom d points\\nOf slander, glancing here and gazing there\\nAnd yielding to his kindlier moods, the Seer\\nWould watch her at her petulance, and play.\\nE en when they seem d unlovable, and laugh\\nAs those that watch a kitten thus he grew\\nTolerant of what he half disdain d, and she,\\nPerceiving that she was but half disdain d,\\nBegan to break her sports with graver fits,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 151\\nTurn red or pale, would often when they met\\nSigh fully, or all-silent gaze upon him\\nWith such a fixt devotion, that the old man,\\nTho doubtful, felt the flattery, and at times\\nWould flutter his own wish in age for love,\\nAnd half believe her true for thus at times\\nHe waver d; but that other clung to him,\\nFixt in her will, and so the seasons went.\\nThen fell on Merlin a great melancholy;\\nHe walk d with dreams and darkness, and h(\\nfound\\nA doom that ever poised itself to fall,\\nAn ever-moaning battle in the mist,\\nWorld-war of dying flesh against the life,\\nDeath in all life and lying in all love.\\nThe meanest having power upon the highest,\\nAnd the high purpose broken by the worm.\\nSo leaving Arthur s court he gain d the\\nbeach\\nThere found a little boat, and stept into it\\nAnd Vivien follow d, but he mark d her not.\\nShe took the helm and he the sail the boat\\nDrave with a sudden wind across the deeps.\\nAnd touching Breton sands, they disembark d.\\nAnd then she follow d Merlin all the way,\\nEv n to the wild woods of Broceliande\\nFor Merlin once had told her of a charm,\\nThe which if any wrought on anyone\\nWith woven paces and with waving arms,\\nThe man so wrought on ever seem d to lie\\nClosed in the four walls of a hollow tower,\\nFrom which was no escape for evermore", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "152 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd none could find that man for evermore,\\nNor could he see but him who wrought the\\ncharm\\nComing- and going, and he lay as dead\\nAnd lost to life and use and name and fame.\\nAnd Vivien ever sought to work the charm\\nUpon the great Enchanter of the Time,\\nAs fancying that her glory would be great\\nAccording to his greatness whom she quench d.\\nThere lay she all her length and kiss d his\\nfeet,\\nAs if in deepest reverence and in love.\\nA twist of gold was round her hair; a robe\\nOf samite without price, that more exprest\\nThan hid her, clung about her lissome limbs,\\nIn colour like the satin-shining palm\\nOn sallows in the windy gleams of March:\\nAnd while she kiss d them, crying, Trample\\nme.\\nDear feet, that I have follow d thro the world,\\nAnd I pray you worship tread me down\\nAnd I will kiss you for it; he was mute:\\nSo dark a forethought roU d about his brain.\\nAs on a dull day in an Ocean cave\\nThe blind wave feeling round his long sea-hall\\nIn silence: wherefore, when she lifted up\\nA face of sad appeal, and spake and said,\\n0 Merlin, do ye love me? and again,\\n0 Merlin, do ye love me? and once more,\\nGreat master, do ye love me? he was mute.\\nAnd lissome Vivien, holding by his heel,\\nWrithed toward him, slided up his knee and\\nsat,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 153\\nBehind his ankle twined her hollow feet\\nTogether, curved an arm about his neck,\\nClung like a snake; and letting her left hand\\nDroop from his mighty shoulder, as a leaf.\\nMade with her right a comi -of pearl to part\\nThe lists of such a beard^ youth gone out\\nHad left in ashes then he spoke and said,\\nNot looking at her, Who are wise in love\\nLove most, say least, and Vivien answer d\\nquick,\\nI saw the little elf- god eyeless once\\nIn Arthur s arras hall at Camelot:\\nBut neither eyes nor tongue O stupid child!\\nYet you are wise who say it let me think\\nSilence is wisdom; I am silent then.\\nAnd ask no kiss; then added all at once,\\nAnd lo, I clothe myself wnth wisdom, drew\\nThe vast and shaggy mantle of his beard\\nAcross her neck and bosom to her knee.\\nAnd call d herself a gilded summer fly\\nCaught in a great old tyrant spider s web.\\nWho meant to eat her up in that wild wood\\nWithout one word. So Vivien call d herself^\\nBut rather seem d a lovely baleful star\\nVeil d in gray vapour; till he sadly smiled:\\nTo what request for what strange boon, he\\nsaid\\nAre these your pretty tricks and fooleries,\\nO Vivien, the preamble? yet my thanks.\\nFor these have broken up my melancholy.\\nAnd Vivien answer d smiling saucily,\\nWhat, O my Master, have ye found your\\nvoice?", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "154 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nIbid the stranger welcome. Thanks at last!\\nBut yesterday you never opened lip,\\nExcept indeed to drink: no cup had we:\\nIn my own lady palms I cuU d the spring\\nThat gather d trickling dropwise from the cleft,\\nAnd made a pretty cup of both my hands\\nAnd offer d you it kneeling: then you drank\\nAnd knew no more, nor gave me one poor\\nword;\\nO, no more thanks than might a goat have\\ngiven\\nWith no more sign of reverence than a beard.\\nAnd when we halted at that other well.\\nAnd I was faint to swooning, and you lay\\nFoot-gilt with all the blossom-dust of those\\nDeep meadows we had traversed, did you know\\nThat Vivien bathed your feet before her own?\\nAnd yet no thanks: and all thro this wild\\nwood\\nAnd all this morning when I fondled you\\nBoon, ay, there was a boon, one not so\\nstrange\\nHow had I wronged you? surely ye are wise,\\nBut such a silence is more wise than kind.\\nAnd Merlin lock d his hand in hers and said:\\nO did ye never lie upon the shore.\\nAnd watch the curl d white of the coming wave\\nGlass d in the slippery sand before it breaks?\\nEv n such a wave, but not so pleasurable.\\nDark in the glass of some presageful mood,\\nHad I for three days seen, ready to fall.\\nAnd then I rose and fled from Arthur s court\\nTo break the mood. You foUow d me unask d;", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 155\\nAnd when I look d, and saw you following still,\\nMy mind involved yourself the nearest thing\\nIn that mind-mist: for shall I tell you truth?\\nYou seem d that wave about to break upon me\\nAnd sweep me from my hold upon the world,\\nMy use and name and fame. Your pardon,\\nchild.\\nYour pretty sports have brighten d all again.\\nAnd ask your boon, for boon I owe you thrice,\\nOnce for wrong done you by confusion, next\\nFor thanks it seems till now neglected, last\\nFor these your dainty gambols wherefore ask\\nAnd take this boon so strange and not so\\nstrange.\\nAnd Vivien answer d smiling mournfully\\n0 not so strange as my long asking it,\\nNot yet so strange as you yourself are strange,\\nNor half so strange as that dark mood of yours.\\nI ever fear d ye were not wholly mine\\nAnd see, yourself have own d ye did me wrong.\\nThe people call you prophet let it be\\nBut not of those that can expound themselves.\\nTake Vivien for expounder: she will call\\nThat three-days-long presageful gloom of yours\\nNo presage, but the same mistrustful mood\\nThat makes you seem less noble than yourself,\\nWhenever I have ask d this very boon.\\nNow ask d again for see you not, dear love,\\nThat such a mood as that, which lately gloom d\\nYour fancy when ye saw me following you.\\nMust make me feel still more you are not mine.\\nMust make me yearn still more to prove you\\nmine,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "156 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd make nie wish still more to learn this\\ncharm\\nOf woven paces and of waving hands.\\nAs proof of trust. O Merlin, teach it me.\\nThe charm so taught will charm us both to rest.\\nFor, grant me some slight power upon your\\nfate,\\nI, feeling that you felt me worthy trust,\\nShould rest and let you rest, knowing you mine,\\nAnd therefore be as great as ye are named,\\nNot muffled round with selfish reticence.\\nHow hard you look and how denyingly!\\nO, if you think this wickedness in me,\\nThat I should prove it on you unawares.\\nThat makes me passing wrathful; then our\\nbond\\nHad best be loosed forever; but think or not,\\nBy Heaven that hears I tell you the clean\\ntruth.\\nAs clean as blood of babes, as white as milk\\nO Merlin, may this earth, if ever I,\\nIf these unwitty wandering wits of mine,\\nEv n in the jumbled rubbish of a dream,\\nHave tript on such conjectural treachery\\nMay this hard earth cleave to the Nadir hell\\nDown, down, and close again, and nip me flat,\\nIf I be such a traitress. Yield my boon.\\nTill which I scarce can yield you all I am\\nAnd grant my re-reiterated wish,\\nThe great proof of your love: because I think.\\nHowever wise, ye hardly know me yet.\\nAnd Merlin loosed his hand from hers and\\nsaid.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 157\\nI never was less wise, however wise,\\nToo curious Vivien, tho you talk of trust,\\nThan when I told you first of such a charm.\\nYea, if ye talk of trust I tell you this,\\nToo much I trusted when I told you that,\\nAnd stirr d this vice in you which ruin d\\nman\\nThro woman the first hour; for howsoe er\\nIn children a great curiousness be well.\\nWho have to learn themselves and all the\\nworld,\\nIn you, that are no child, for still I find\\nYour face is practised when I spell the lines,\\nI call it, well I will not call it vice\\nBut since you name yourself the summer fly,\\nI well could wish a cobweb for the gnat.\\nThat settles, beaten back, and beaten back\\nSettles, till one could yield for weariness\\nBut since I will not yield to give you power\\nUpon my life and use and name and fame,\\nWhy will ye never ask some other boon?\\nYea, by God s rood, I trusted you too much.\\nAnd Vivien, like the tenderest-hearted maid\\nThat ever bided tryst at village stile.\\nMade answer, either eyelid wet with tears\\n**Nay, Master, be not wrathful with your\\nmaid;\\nCaress her: let her feel herself forgiven\\nWho feels no heart to ask another boon.\\nI think ye hardly know the tender rhyme\\nOf trust me not at all or all in all.\\nI heardThegreat Sir Lancelot sing it once.\\nAnd it shall answer for me. Listen to it:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "158 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nIn Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,\\nFaith and unfaith can ne er be equal powers:\\nUnfaith in aught is want of faith in alL\\nIt is the little rift within the lute.\\nThat by and by will make the music mute,\\nAnd ever widening slowly silence all.\\nThe little rift within the lover s lute\\nOr little pitted speck in garner d fruit,\\nThat rotting inwardly slowly moulders all.\\nIt is not worth the keeping: let it go:\\ns^But shall it? answer, darling, answer, no.\\n.nd trust me not at all or all in all.\\nO Master, do ye love my tender rhyme?\\nAnd Merlin look d and half believed her true.\\nSo tender w^as her voice, so fair her face,\\nSo sweetly gleam d her eyes behind her tears\\nLike sunlight on the plain behind a shower:\\nAnd yet he answer d half indignantly:\\nFar other was the song that once I heard\\nBy this huge oak, sung nearly where we sit\\nFor here we met, some ten or twelve of us.\\nTo chase a creature that was current then\\nJrx these wild woods, the hart with golden\\nhorns.\\nIt w-as the time when first the question rose\\nAbout the founding of a Table Round,\\nThat was to be, for love of God and men\\nAnd noble deeds, the flower of all the world.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 159\\nAnd each incited each to noble deeds.\\nAnd while we waited, one, the youngest of us.\\nWe could not keep him silent, out he flash d.\\nAnd into such a song, such fire for fame.\\nSuch trumpet-blowings in it, coming down\\nTo such a stern and iron-clashing close,\\nThat when he stopt we long d to hurl together,\\nAnd should have done it; but the beauteous\\nbeast\\nScared by the noise upstarted at our feet,\\nAnd like a silver shadow slipt away\\nThro the dim land; and all day long we rode\\nThro the dim land against a rushing wind,\\nThat glorious roundel echoing in our ears,\\nAnd chased the flashes of his golden horns\\nUntil they vanish d by the fairy well\\nThat laughs at iron as our warriors did\\nWhere children cast their pins and nails, and\\ncry,\\nLaugh, little well! but touch it with a sword,\\nIt buzzes fiercely round the point; and there\\nWe lost him such a noble song was that.\\nBut, Vivien, when you sang me that sweet\\nrhyme,\\nI felt as tho you knew this cursed charm.\\nWere proving it on me, and that I lay\\nAnd felt them slowly ebbing, name and fame.\\nAnd Vivien answer d smilingly, mournfully:\\n0 mine have ebb d away for evermore.\\nAnd all thro following you to this wild wood,\\nBecause I saw you sad, to comfort you.\\nLo now, what hearts have men! they never\\nmount", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "160 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAs high as woman in her selfless mood.\\nAnd touching fame, howe er ye scorn my song,\\nTake one verse more the lady speaks it\\nthis:\\nMy name, once mine, now thine, is close-\\nlier mine,\\nFor fame, could fame be mine, that fame were\\nthine.\\nAnd shame, could shame be thine, that shame\\nwere mine.\\nSo trust me not at all or all in all.\\nV\\nSays she not well? and there is more this\\nrhyme\\nIs like the fair pearl-necklace of the Queen,\\nThat burst in dancing, and the pearls were\\nspilt;\\nSome lost, some stolen, some as relics kept.\\nBut nevermore the same two sister pearls\\nRan down the silken thread to kiss each other\\nOn her white neck so is it with this rhyme\\nIt lives dispersedly in many hands.\\nAnd every minstrel sings it differently;\\nYet is there one true line, the pearl of\\npearls:\\nrMan dreams of Fame while woman wakes to\\nlove.\\nYea! Love, tho Love were of the grossest,\\ncarvei\\nA portion from the solid present, eats\\nAnd uses, careless of the rest; but Fame,\\nThe Fame that follows death is nothing to us;\\nAnd what is Fame in life but half-disfame,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 161\\nAnd counterchanged with darkness? ye your-\\nself\\nKnow well that Envy calls you Devil s son,\\nAnd since ye seem the Master of all Art,\\nThey fain would make you Master of all vice.\\nAnd Merlin lock d his hand in hers and said,\\nI once was looking for a magic weed,\\nAnd found a fair young squire who sat alone,\\nHad carved him.self a knightly shield of wood,\\nAnd then was painting on it fancied arms,\\nAzure, an Eagle rising or, the Sun\\nIn dexter chief: the scroll I follow fame.\\nAnd speaking not, but leaning over him,\\nI took his brush and blotted out the bird,\\nAnd made a Gardener putting in a graff\\nWith this for motto, Rather use than fame.\\nYou should have seen him blush; but after-\\nward\\nHe made a stalwart knight. O Vivien,\\nFor you, methinks you think you love me well\\nFor me, I love you somewhat rest and Love\\nShould have some rest and pleasure in himself.\\nNot ever be too curious for a boon,\\nToo prurient for a proof against the grain\\nOf him ye say ye love but Fame with men, C\\nBeing but ampler means to serve mankind,\\nShould have small rest or pleasure in herself,\\nBut work as vassal to the larger love,\\nThat dwarfs the petty love of one to one.\\nUse gave me Fame at first, and Fame again\\nIncreasing gave me use. Lo, there my boon\\nWhat other? for men sought to prove me vile,\\nBecause I fain had given them greater wits:\\n11 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "162 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd then did Envy call me Devil s son:\\nThe sick weak beast seeking to help herself\\nBy striking at her better, miss d, and brought\\nHer own claw back, and wounded her own\\nheart.\\nSweet were the days when I was all unknown.\\nBut when my name was lifted up, the storm\\nBrake on the mountain and I cared not for it.\\nRight well know I that Fame is half-dis\\nfame,\\nYet needs must work my work. That other\\nfame.\\nTo one at least who hath not children, vague,\\nThe cackle of the unborn about the grave,\\nI cared not for it a single misty star\\nWhich is the second in a line of stars,\\nThat seem a sword beneath a belt of three,\\nI never gazed upon it but I dreamt\\nOf some vast charm concluded in that star\\nTo make fame nothing. Wherefore, if I fear.\\nGiving you power upon me thro this charm.\\nThat you might play me falsely, having power.\\nHowever well ye think ye love me now\\n(As sons of kings loving in pupilage\\nHave turn d to tyrants when they came to\\npower)\\nI rather dread the loss of use than fame\\nIf you and not so much from wickedness,\\nAs some wild turn of anger, or a mood\\nOf overstrain d affection, it may be,\\nTo keep me all to your own self, or else\\nA sudden spurt of woman s jealousy,\\nShould try this charm on whom ye say ye\\nlove.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 163\\nAnd Vivien answer d smiling as in wrath:\\nHave I not sworn? I am not trusted. Good!\\nWell, hide it, hide it; I shall find it out;\\nAnd being found take heed of Vivien.\\nA woman and not trusted, doubtless I\\nMight feel some sudden turn of anger born\\nOf your misf aith and your fine epithet\\nIs accurate, too, for this full love of mine\\nWithout the full heart back may merit well\\nYour term of overstrained. So used as I,\\nMy daily wonder is, I love at all.\\nAnd as to woman s jealousy, O why not?\\nO to what end, except a jealous one,\\nAnd one to make me jealous if I love.\\nWas this fair charm invented by yourself?\\nT well believe that all about this world\\nYe cage a buxom captive here and there.\\nClosed in the four walls of a hollow tower\\nFrom which is no escape for evermore.\\nThen the great Master merrily answer d her:\\nFull many a love in loving youth was mine;\\nI needed then no charm to keep them mine\\nBut youth and love; and that full heart of\\nyours\\nWhereof ye prattle, may now assure you mine;\\nSo live uncharm d. For those who wrought\\nit first,\\nThe wrist is parted from the hand that\\nwaved,\\nThe feet unmortised from their ankle-bones\\nWho paced it, ages back: but will ye hear\\nThe legend as in guerdon for your rhyme?", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "164 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThere lived a king in the most Eastern East,\\nLess old than I, yet older, for my blood\\nHath earnest in it of far springs to be,\\nA brawny pirate anchor d in his port,\\nWhose bark had plunder d twenty nameless\\nisles\\nAnd passing one, at the high peep of dawn.\\nHe saw two cities in a thousand boats\\nAll fighting for a woman on the sea.\\nAnd pushing his black craft among them all.\\nHe lightly scatter d theirs, and brought her\\noff,\\nWith loss of half his people arrow-slain\\nA maid, so smooth, so white, so wonderful,\\nThey said a light came from her when she\\nmoved:\\nAnd since the pirate would not yield her up.\\nThe King impaled him for his piracy\\nThen made her Queen but those isle-nurtured\\neyes\\nWaged such unwilling tho successful war\\nOn all the youth, they sicken d; councils\\nthinn d,\\nAnd armies waned, for magnet-like she drew\\nThe rustiest iron of old fighters hearts;\\nAnd beasts themselves would worship camels\\nknelt\\nUnbidden, and the brutes of mountain back\\nThat carry kings in castles bow d black knees\\nOf homage, ringing with their serpent hands.\\nTo make her smile, her golden ankle-bells.\\nWhat wonder, being jealous, that he sent\\nHis horns of proclamation out thro all\\nThe hundred under-kingdoms that he sway d", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 165\\nTo find a wizard who might teach the King\\nSome charm, which being wrought upon the\\nQueen\\nMight keep her all his own to such a one\\nHe promised more than ever king has given,\\nA league of mountain full of golden mines,\\nA province with a hundred miles of coast,\\nA palace and a princess, all for him\\nBut on all those who tried and fail d, the King\\nPronounced a dismal sentence, meaning by it\\nTo keep the list low and pretenders back.\\nOr like a king, not to be trifled with\\nTheir heads should moulder on the city gates.\\nAnd m.any tried and fail d, because the charm\\nOf nature in her overbore their own\\nAnd many a wizard brow bleach d on the\\nwalls\\nAnd many weeks a troop of carrion crows\\nHung like a cloud above the gateway towers.\\nAnd Vivien breaking in upon him, said\\nI sit and gather honey; yet, methinks,\\nThy tongue has tript a little ask thyself.\\nThe lady never made unwilling war\\nWith those fine eyes: she had her pleasure in\\nit,\\nAnd made her good man jealous with good\\ncause.\\nAnd ived there neither dame nor damsel then\\nWroth at a lover s loss? were all as tame,\\nI mean, as noble, as their Queen was fair?\\nNot one to flirt a venom at her eyes.\\nOr pinch a murderous dust into her drink,\\nOr make her paler with a poison d rose?", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "166 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nWell, those were not our days but did they\\nfind\\nA wizard? Tell me, was he like to thee?\\nShe ceased, and made her lithe arm round\\nhis neck\\nTighten, and then drew back, and let her eyes\\nSpeak for her, glowing on him, like a bride s\\nOn her new lord, her own, the first of men.\\nHe answer d laughing, Nay, not like to me.\\nAt last they found his foragers for charms\\nA little glassy-headed hairless man,\\nWho lived alone in a great wild on grass;\\nRead but one book, and ever reading grew\\nSo grated down and filed away with thought,\\nSo lean his eyes were monstrous; while the\\nskin\\nClung but to crate and basket, ribs and spine.\\nAnd since he kept his mind on one sole aim.\\nNor ever touch d fierce wine, nor tasted flesh,\\nNor own d a sensual wish, to him the wall\\nThat sunders ghost and shadow- casting men\\nBecame a crystal, and he saw them thro it,\\nAnd heard their voices talk behind the v^all.\\nAnd learnt their elemental secrets, powers\\nAnd forces; often o er the sun s bright eye\\nDrew the vast eyelid of an ink}^ cloud.\\nAnd lash d it at the base with slanting storm\\nOr in the noon of mist and driving rain.\\nWhen the lake whiten d and the pinewood\\nroar d.\\nAnd the cairn d mountain was a shadow,\\nsunn d", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 167\\nThe world to peace again here was the man.\\nAnd so by force they dragg d him to the King,\\nAnd then he taught the King to charm the\\nQueen\\nIn such-wise, that no man could see her more,\\nNor saw she save the King, who wrought the\\ncharm,\\nComing and going, and she lay as dead,\\nAnd lost all use of life but when the King\\nMade proffer of the league of golden mines.\\nThe province with a hundred miles of coast.\\nThe palace and the princess, that old man\\nWent back to his old wild, and lived on grass,\\nAnd vanish d, and his book came down to me.\\nAnd Vivien answer d smiling saucily:\\nYe have the book: the charm is written in it:\\nGood: take my counsel: let me know it at\\nonce\\nFor keep it like a puzzle chest in chest,\\nWith each chest lock d and padlock d thirty-\\nfold.\\nAnd whelm all this beneath as vast a mound\\nAs after furious battle turfs the slain\\nOn some wild down above the windy deep,\\nI yet should strike upon a sudden means\\nTo dig, pick, open, find and read the charm:\\nThen, if I tried it, who should blame me then?\\nAnd smiling as a master smiles at one\\nThat is not of his school, nor any school\\nBut that where blind and naked Ignorance\\nDelivers brawling judgments, unashamed,\\nOn all things all day long, he answer d her:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "168 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThoii read the book, my pretty Vivien J\\nO ay, it is but twenty pages long,\\nBut every page having an ample marge,\\nAnd every marge enclosing in the midst\\nA square of text that looks a little blot,\\nThe text no larger than the limbs of fleas\\nAnd every square of text an awful charm,\\nWrit in a language that has long gone by.\\nSo long, that mountains have arisen since\\nWith cities on their flanks thou read the book!\\nAnd every margin scribbled, crost, and\\ncramm d\\nWith comment, densest condensation, hard\\nTo mind and eye; but the long sleepless\\nnights\\nOf my long life have made it easy to me.\\nAnd none can read the text, not even I\\nAnd none can read the comment but myself;\\nAnd in the comment did I find the charm.\\nO, the results are simple a mere child\\nMight use it to the harm of anyone,\\nAnd never could undo it ask no more\\nFor tho you should not prove it upon me.\\nBut keep that oath ye sware, ye might, per-\\nchance.\\nAssay it on some one of the Table Round,\\nAnd all because ye dream they babble of you.\\nAnd Vivien, frowning in true anger, said:\\nWhat dare the full-fed liars say of me?\\nThey ride abroad, redressing human wrongs!\\nThey sit with knife in meat and wine in horn\\nThey bound to holy vows of chastity\\nWere I not woman, I could tell a tale.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 169\\nBut you are man, you well can understand\\nThe shame that cannot be explain d for shame.\\nNot one of all the drove should touch me:\\nswine!\\nThen answer d Merlin careless of her words:\\nYou breathe but accusation vast and vague,\\nSpleen-born, I think, and proofless. If ye\\nknow,\\nSet up the charge ye know, to stand or fall!\\nAnd Vivien answer d frowning wrathfully,\\n0 ay, what say ye to Sir Valence, him\\nWhose kinsman left him watcher o er his wife\\nAnd two fair babes, and went to distant\\nlands\\nWas one year gone, and on returning found\\nNot two but three? there lay the reckling, one\\nBut one hour old! What said the happy sire?\\nA seven-months babe had been a truer gift.\\nThose twelve sweet moons confused his father-\\nhood.\\nThen answer d Merlin, Nay, I know the\\ntale.\\nSir Valence wedded with an outland dame:\\nSome cause had kept him sunder d from his\\nwife\\nOne child they had it lived with her she died\\nHis kinsman traveling on his own affair\\nWas charged by Valence to bring home the\\nchild.\\nHe brought, not found it therefore: take the\\ntruth.\\n12 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "no IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nO ay, said Vivien, **overtrue a tale.\\nWhat say ye then to sweet Sir Sagramore,\\nThat ardent man? to pluck the flower in sea-\\nson,\\nSo says the song, I trow it is no treason.\\nMaster, shall we call him over quick\\nTo crop his own sweet rose before the hour?\\nAnd Merlin answer d, Overquick art thou\\nTo catch a loathly plume fall n from the wing\\nOf that foul bird of rapine whose whole prey\\nIs man s good name: he never wrong d his\\nbride.\\n1 know the tale. An angry gust of wind\\nPuff d out his torch among the myriad-room d\\nAnd many-corridor d complexities\\nOf Arthur s palace: then he found a door,\\nAnd darkling felt the sculptured ornament\\nThat wreathen round it made it seem his\\nown;\\nAnd wearied out made for the couch and\\nslept,\\nA stainless man beside a stainless maid\\nAnd either slept, nor knew of other there;\\nTill the high dawn piercing the royal rose\\nIn Arthur s casement glimmer d chastely\\ndown.\\nBlushing upon them blushing, and at once\\nHe rose without a word and parted from her:\\nBut when the thing was blazed about the court,\\nThe brute world howling forced them into\\nbonds,\\nAnd as it chanced they are happy, being\\npure.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 171\\n0 ay, said Vivien, that were likely too.\\nWhat say ye then to fair Sir Percivale\\nAnd of the horrid foulness that he wrought,\\nThe saintly youth, the spotless lamb of Christy\\nOr some black wether of St. Satan s fold.\\nWhat, in the precincts of the chapel-yard,\\nAmong the knightly brasses of the graves,\\nAnd by the cold Hie Jacets of the dead!\\nAnd Merlin answer d careless of her charge,\\n**A sober man is Percivale and pure;\\nBut once in life was fluster d with new wine,\\nThen paced for coolness in the chapel-yard\\nWhere one of Satan s shepherdesses caught\\nAnd meant to stamp him with her master s.\\nmark;\\nAnd that he sinn d is not believable;\\nFor, look upon his face! but if he sinn d,\\nThe sin that practice burns into the blood.\\nAnd not the one dark hour which brings re-\\nmorse,\\nWill brand us, after, of whose fold we be\\nOr else were he, the holy king, whose hymns\\nAre chanted in the minster, worse than all.\\nBut is your spleen froth d out, or have ye\\nmore?\\nAnd Vivien answer d frowning 3^et in wrath:\\nH) ay; what say ye to Sir Lancelot, friend?\\nTraitor or true? that commerce with the Queen,\\nI ask you, is it clamor d by the child.\\nOr whisper d in the corner? do ye know it?\\nTo which he answer d sadly, **Yea, I know\\nit.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "172 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nSir Lancelot went ambassador, at first,\\nTo fetch her, and she watch d him from her\\nwalls.\\nA rumor runs, she took him for the King,\\nSo fixt her fancy on him let them be.\\nBut have ye no one word of loyal praise\\nFor Arthur, blameless King and stainless\\nman?\\nShe answer d with a low and chuckling laugh\\nMan! is he man at all, who knows and winks?\\nSees what his fair bride is and does; and\\nwinks?\\nBy which the good King means to blind him-\\nself.\\nAnd blinds himself and all the Table Round\\nTo all the foulness that they work. Myself\\nCould call him (were it not for woman-\\nhood)\\nThe pretty, popular name such manhood earns,\\nCould call him the main cause of all their\\ncrime\\nYea, were he not crown d King, coward, and\\nfool.\\nThen Merlin to his own heart, loathing, said\\n**0 true and tender! O my liege and King!\\nO selfless man and stainless gentleman.\\nWho wouldst against thine own eye-witness\\nfain\\nHave all men true and leal, all women pure\\nHow, in the mouths of base interpreters,\\nFrom over-fineness not intelligible\\nTo things with every sense as false and foul", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 173\\nAs the poach d filth that floods the middle\\nstreet,\\nIs thy white blamelessness accounted blame!\\nBut Vivien, deeming Merlin overborne\\nBy instance, recommenced, and let her tongue\\nRage like a fire among the noblest names,\\nPolluting, and imputing her whole self.\\nDefaming and defacing, till she left\\nNot even Lancelot brave, nor Galahad clean.\\nHer words had issue other than she will d.\\nHe dragg d his eyebrow bushes down, and\\nmade\\nA snowy penthouse for his hollow eyes,\\nAnd mutter d in himself, Tell her the charm!\\nSo, if she had it, would she rail on me\\nTo snare the next, and if she had it not\\nSo will she rail. What did the wanton say?\\n*Not mount as high; we scarce can sink as low:\\nFor men at most differ as Heaven and earth.\\nBut women, worst and best, as Heaven and\\nHell.\\nI know the Table Round, my friends of old\\nAll brave, and many generous, and some\\nchaste.\\nShe cloaks the scar of some repulse with lies;\\nI well believe she tempted them and fail d,\\nBeing so bitter for fine plots may fail,\\nTho harlots paint their talk as well as face\\nWith colors of the heart that are not theirs.\\nI will not let her know: nine tithes of times\\nFace flatterer and backbiter are the same.\\nAnd they, sweet soul, that most impute a crime", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "174 IDYLLS OF THE KING\\nAre pronest to it, and impute themselves,\\nWanting the mental range or low desire\\nNot to feel lowest makes them level all\\nYea, they would pare the mountain to the\\nplain,\\nTo leave an equal baseness: and in this\\nAre harlots like the crowd, and if they find\\n/Some stain or blemish in a name of note.\\nNot grieving that their greatest are so small,\\nInflate themselves with some insane delight.\\nAnd judge all nature from her feet of clay.\\nWithout the will to lift their eyes, and see\\nHer godlike head crown d with spiritual fire,\\nAnd touching other worlds. I am weary of\\nher.\\nHe spoke in words part heard, in whispers\\npart,\\nHalf-suffocated in the hoary fell\\nAnd many-winter d fleece of throat and chin.\\nBut Vivien, gathering somewhat of his mood.\\nAnd hearing harlot mutter d twice or thrice,\\nLeapt from her session on his lap, and stood\\nStiff as a viper frozen loathsome sight.\\nHow from the rosy lips of life and love,\\nFlash d the bare-grinning skeleton of death!\\nWhite was her cheek; sharp breaths of anger\\npuff d\\nHer fairy nostril out; her hand half-clench d\\nWent faltering sideways downward to her belt,,\\nAnd feeling; had she found a dagger there\\n(For in a wink the false love turns to hate)\\nShe would have stabb d him; but she found it\\nnot:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 175\\nHis eye was calm and suddenly she took\\nTo bitter weeping like a beaten child,\\nA long, long weeping, not consolable.\\nThen her false voice made way, broken with\\nsobs:\\n0 crueller than was ever told in tale,\\nOr sung in song! O vainly lavish d love!\\ncruel, there was nothing wild or strange,\\nOr seeming shameful for what shame in love,\\nSo love be true, and not as yours is nothing\\nPoor Vivien had not done to win his trust\\nWho call d her what he call d her all her\\ncrime\\nAll all the wish to prove him wholly hers.\\nShe mused a little, and then clapt her hands\\nTogether with a wailing shriek, and said\\nStabb d through the heart s affections to the\\nheart\\nSeethed like the kid in its own mother s milk!\\nKill d with a word worse than a life of blows!\\n1 thought that he was gentle, being great\\nGod, that I had loved a smaller manf\\n1 should have found in him a greater heart.\\nO, I, that flattering my true passion, saw\\nThe knights, the court, the King, dark in your\\nlight,\\nWho loved to make men darker than they are,\\nBecause of that high pleasure which I had\\nTo seat you sole upon my pedestal\\nOf worship I am answer d, and henceforth\\nThe course of life that seem d so flowery to me\\nWith you for guide and master, only you,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "176 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBecomes the sea- cliff pathway broken short,\\nAnd ending in a ruin nothing left,\\nBut into some low cave to crawl, and there,\\nIf the wolf spare me, weep my life away,\\nKill d with inutterable unkindliness.\\nShe paused, she turn d away, she hung her\\nhead.\\nThe snake of gold slid from her hair, the braid\\nSlipt and uncoil d itself, she wept afresh,\\nAnd the dark wood grew darker toward the\\nstorm\\nIn silecne, while his anger slowly died\\nWithin him, till he let his wisdom go\\nFor ease of heart, and half believed her true\\nCaird her to shelter in the hollow oak,\\n**Come from the storm, and having no reply,\\nGazed at the heaving shoulder, and the face\\nHand-hidden, as for utmost grief or shame\\nThen thrice essay d, by tenderest- touching\\nterms.\\nTo sleek her ruffled peace of mind, in vain.\\nAt last she let herself be conquer d by him,\\nAnd as the cageling newly flown returns,\\nThe seeming-injured simple-hearted thing\\nCame to her old perch back, and settled there.\\nThere while she sat, half-falling from his knees\\nHalf-nestled at his heart, and since he saw\\nThe slow tear creep from her closed eyelids\\nyet,\\nAbout her, more in kindness than in love,\\nThe gentle wizard cast a shielding arm.\\nBut she dislink d herself at once and rose.\\nHer arms upon her breast across, and stood,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 177\\nA virtuous gentlewoman deeply wrong d,\\nUpright and flushed before him: then she\\nsaid\\nThere must be now no passages of love\\nBetwixt us twain henceforward evermore\\nSince, if I be what I am grossly call d,\\nWhat should be granted which your own gross\\nheart\\nWould reckon worth the taking? I will go.\\nIn truth, but one thing now better have died\\nThrice than have ask d it once\u00e2\u0080\u0094 could make\\nme stay\\nThat proof of trust so often ask d in vain\\nHow justly, after that vile term of yours,\\nI find with grief! I might believe you then,\\nWho knows? once more. Lo! what was once\\nto me\\nMere matter of the fancy, now hath grown\\nThe vast necessity of heart and life.\\nFarewell think gently of me, for I fear\\nMy fate or folly, passing gayer youth\\nFor one so old, must be to love thee still.\\nBut ere I leave thee let me swear once more\\nThat if I schemed against thy peace in this,\\nMay yon just heaven, that darkens o er me,\\nsend\\nOne flash, that, missing all things else, may\\nmake\\nMy scheming brain a cinder, if I lie.\\nScarce had she ceased, when out of heaven a\\nbolt\\n12", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "178 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\n(For now the storm was close above them)\\nstruck,\\nFurrowing a giant oak, and javelining\\nWith darted spikes and splinters of the wood\\nThe dark earth round. He raised his eyes and\\nsaw\\nThe tree that shone white-listed thro the\\ngloom.\\nBut Vivien, fearing heaven had heard her oath,\\nAnd dazzled by the livid-flickering fork,\\nAnd deafen d with the stammering cracks and\\nclaps\\nThat follow d, flying back and crying out,\\n0 Merlin, tho you do not love me, save,\\nYet save me! clung to him and hugg d him\\nclose\\nAnd call d him dear protector in her fright,\\nNor yet forgot her practice in her fright.\\nBut wrought upon his mood and hugg d him\\nclose.\\nThe pale blood of the wizard at her touch\\nTook gayer colors, like an opal warm d.\\nShe blamed herself for telling hearsay tales\\nShe shook from fear, and for her fault she\\nwept\\nOf petulancy; she call d him lord and liege,\\nHer seer, her bard, her silver star of eve,\\nHer God, her Merlin, the one passionate love\\nOf her whole life; and ever overhead\\nBellow d the tempest, and the rotten branch\\nSnapt in the rushing of the river-rain\\nAbove them; and in change of glare and\\ngloom\\nHer eyes and neck glittering went and came;", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 179\\nTill now the storm, its burst of passion spent,\\nMoaning and calling out of other lands.\\nHad left the ravaged woodland yet once more\\nTo peace and what should not have been had\\nbeen,\\nFor Merlin, overtalk d and overworn,\\nHad yielded, told her all the charm, and slept.\\nThen, in one moment, she put forth the\\ncharm\\nOf woven paces and of waving hands.\\nAnd in the hollow oak he lay as dead,\\nAnd lost to life and use and name and fame.\\nThen crying I have made his glory mine,\\nAnd shrieking out O fool! the harlot leapt\\nAdown the forest, and the thicket closed\\nBehind her, and the forest echo d fool.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "180 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nLANCELOT AND ELAINE.\\nElaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,\\nElaine, the lily maid of Astolat,\\nHigh in her chamber up a tower to the east\\nGuarded the sacred shield of Lancelot;\\nWhich first she placed where morning s earliest\\nray-\\nMight strike it, and awake her with the gleam\\nThen fearing rust or soilure fashion d for it\\nA case of silk, and braided thereupon\\nAll the devices blazon d on the shield\\nIn their own tinct, and added of her wit,\\nA border fantasy of branch and flower.\\nAnd yellow- throated nestling in the nest.\\nNor rested thus content, but day by day,\\nLeaving her household and good father, climb d\\nThat eastern tower, and entering barr d her\\ndoor,\\nStript off the case, and read the naked shield.\\nNow guess d a hidden meaning in his arms,\\nNow made a pretty history to herself\\nOf every dint a sword had beaten in it.\\nAnd every scratch a lance had made upon it.\\nConjecturing when and where: this cut is fresh;\\nThat ten years back this dealt him at Caer-\\nlyle;\\nThat at Caerleon this at Camelot\\nAnd ah God s mercy, what a stroke was there!", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 181\\nAnd here a thrust that might have kill d, but\\nGod\\nBroke the strong lance, and roU d his enemy-\\ndown,\\nAnd saved him so she lived in fantasy.\\nHow came the lily maid by that good shield\\nOf Lancelot, she that knew not ev n his name?\\nHe left it with her, when he rode to tilt\\nFor the great diamond in the diamond jousts.\\nWhich Arthur had ordain d, and by that name\\nHad named them, since a diamond was the\\nprize.\\nFor Arthur, long before they crown d him\\nKing,\\nRoving the trackless realms of Lyonnesse,\\nHad found a glen, gray boulder and black tarn.\\nA horror lived about the tarn, and clave\\nLike its own mists to all the mountain side\\nFor here two brothers, one a king, had met\\nAnd fought together; but their names were\\nlost;\\nAnd each had slain his brother at a blow\\nAnd down they fell and made the glen abhorr d\\nAnd there they lay till all their bones were\\nbleach d.\\nAnd lichen d into colour with the crags:\\nAnd he, that once was a king, had on a crown\\nOf diamonds, one in front, and four aside.\\nAnd Arthur came, and labouring up the pass,\\nAll in a misty moonshine, unawares\\nHad trodden that crown d skeleton, and the\\nskull", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "i82 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBrake from the nape, and from the skull the\\ncrown\\nRoll d into light, and turning on its rims\\nFled like a glittering rivulet to the tarn\\nAnd down the shingly scaur he plunged, and\\ncaught.\\nAnd set it on his head, and in his heart\\nHeard murmurs, Lo, thou likewise shalt be\\nKing.\\nThereafter, when a King, he had the gems\\nPluck d from the crown, and show d them ta\\nhis knights.\\nSaying, These jewels, whereupon I chanced\\nDivinely, are the kingdom s, not the King s\\nFor public use henceforward let there be.\\nOnce every year, a joust for one of these:\\nFor so by nine years proof we need must\\nlearn\\nWhich is our mightiest, and ourselves shall\\ngrow\\nIn use of arms and manhood, till we drive\\nThe heathen, who, some say, shall rule the\\nland\\nHereafter, which God hinder. Thus he\\nspoke\\nAnd eight years past, eight jousts had been,\\nand still\\nHad Lancelot won the diamond of the year,\\nWith purpose to present them to the Queen,\\nWhen all were won but meaning all at once\\nTo snare her royal fancy with a boon\\nWorth half her realm, had never spoken\\nword.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 183\\nNow for the central diamond and the last\\nAnd largest, Arthur, holding then his court\\nHard on the river nigh the place which now\\nIs this world s hugest, let proclaim a joust\\nAt Camelot, and when the time drew nigh\\nSpake (for she had been sick) to Guinevere,\\nAre you so sick, my Queen, you cannot\\nmove\\nTo these fair jousts? Yea, lord, she said,\\nye know it.\\nThen will ye miss, he answer d, the great\\ndeeds\\nOf Lancelot, and his prowess in the lists,\\nA sight ye love to look on. And the Queen\\nLifted her eyes, and they dwelt languidly\\nOn Lancelot, where he stood beside the King.\\nHe thinking that he read her meaning there,\\nStay with me, I am sick; my love is more\\nThan many diamonds, yielded and a heart\\nLove-loyal to the least wish of the Queen\\n(However much he yearn d to make complete\\nThe tale of diamonds for his destined boon)\\nUrged him to speak against the truth, and say,\\nSir King, mine ancient wound is hardly\\nwhole.\\nAnd lets me from the saddle; and the King\\nGlanced first at him, then her, and went his\\nway.\\nNo sooner gone than suddenly she began\\nTo blame, my lord Sir Lancelot, much to\\nblame\\nWhy go ye not to these fair jousts? the knights\\nAre half of them our enemies, and the crowd", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "184 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nWill murmur, Lo the shameless ones, who\\ntake\\nTheir pastime now the trustful King is gone\\nThen Lancelot vext at having lied in vain\\nAre ye so wise? ye were not once so wise,\\nMy Queen, that summer when ye loved me\\nfirst.\\nThen of the crowd ye took no more account\\nThaii of the myriad cricket of the mead,\\nWhen its own voice clings to each blade of\\ngrass.\\nAnd every voice is nothing. As to knights,\\nThem surely can I silence with all ease.\\nBut now my loyal worship is allow d\\nOf all men: many a bard, without offence.\\nHas link d our names together in his lay,\\nLancelot, the flower of bravery, Guinevere,\\nThe pearl of beauty and our knights at feast\\nHave pledged us in this union, while the\\nKing\\nWould listen smiling. How then? is there\\nmore?\\nHas Arthur spoken aught? or would yourself,\\nNow weary of my service and devoir.\\nHenceforth be truer to your faultless lord?\\nShe broke into a little scornful laugh\\nArthur, my lord, Arthur, the faultless King,\\nThat passionate perfection, my good lord\\nBut who can gaze upon the Sun in heaven?\\nHe never spake word of reproach to me.\\nHe never had a glimpse of mine untruth.\\nHe cares not for me only here to-day\\nThere gleam d a vague suspicion in his eyes:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "And set it on his head. Page 18 2.\\nIdylls of the King.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 185\\nSome meddling rogue has tamper d with him\\nelse\\nRapt in this fancy of his Table Round,\\nAnd swearing men to vows impossible,\\nTo make them like himself: but, friend, to me\\nHe is all fault who hath no fault at all\\nFor who loves me must have a touch of earth\\nThe low sun makes the colour: I am yours.\\nNot Arthur s, as ye know, save by the bond.\\nAnd therefore hear my words go to the jousts\\nThe tiny-trumpeting gnat can break our\\ndream\\nWhen sweetest; and the vermin voices here\\nMay buzz so loud we scorn them, but they\\nsting.\\nThen answer d Lancelot, the chief of knights\\nAnd with what face, after my pretext made,\\nShall I appear, O Queen, at Camelot, I\\nBefore a King who honours his own word,\\nAs if it were his God s?\\nYea, said the Queen,\\nA moral child without the craft to rule.\\nElse had he not lost me but listen to me,\\nIf I must find 3^ou wit: we hear it said\\nThat men go down before your spear at a touch,\\nBut knowing you are Lancelot; your great\\nname,\\nThis conquers: hide it therefore go unknown\\nWin! by this kiss you will: and our true King\\nWill then allow your pretext, O my knight,\\nAs all for glory for to speak him true,\\nYe know right well, how meek soe er he seem.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "186 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nNo keener hunter after glory breathes.\\nHe loves it in his knights more than himself:\\nThen prove to him his work: win and return.\\nThen got Sir Lancelot suddenly to horse,\\nWroth at himself. Not willing to be known,\\nHe left the barren-beaten thoroughfare,\\nChose the green path that show d the rarer\\nfoot,\\nAnd there among the solitary downs,\\nFull often lost in fancy, lost his way;\\nTill as he traced a faintly-shadow d track,\\nThat all in loops and links among the dales\\nRan to the Castle of Astolat, he saw\\nFired from the west, far on a hill, the towers.\\nThither he made, and blew the gateway horn.\\nThen came an old, dumb, myriad-wrinkled\\nman,\\nWho let him into lodging and disarm d.\\nAnd Lancelot marvell d at the wordless man;\\nAnd issuing found the Lord of Astolat\\nWith two strong sons. Sir Torre and Sir\\nLavaine,\\nMoving to meet him in the castle court\\nAnd close behind them stept the lily maid\\nElaine, his daughter: mother of the house\\nThere was not: some light jest among them\\nrose\\nWith laughter dying down as the great knight\\nApproach d them: then the Lord of Astolat:\\nWhence comest thou, my guest, and by what\\nname\\nLivest between the lips? for by thy state\\nAnd presence I might guess thee chief of those.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 187\\nAfter the King, who eat in Arthur s halls.\\nHim have I seen the rest, his Table Round,\\nKnown as they are, to me they are unknown.\\nThen answer d Lancelot, the chief of\\nknights\\nKnown am I, and of Arthur s hall, and\\nknown.\\nWhat I by mere mischance have brought, my\\nshield.\\nBut since I go to joust as one unknown\\nAt Camelot for the diamond, ask me not.\\nHereafter ye shall know me and the shield\\nI pray you lend me one, if such you have.\\nBlank, or at least with some device not mine.\\nThen said the Lord of Astolat, Here is\\nTorre s:\\nHurt in his first tilt was my son. Sir Torre.\\nAnd so, God wot, his shield is blank enough.\\nHis ye can have. Then added plain Sir\\nTorre,\\nYea, since I cannot use it, ye may have it.\\nHere laugh d the father saying, Fie, Sir\\nChurl,\\nIs that an answer for a noble knight?\\nAllow him but Lavaine, my younger here,\\nHe is so full of lustihood, he will ride,\\nJoust for it, and win, and bring it in an hour,\\nAnd set it in this damsel s golden hair.\\nTo make her thrice as wilful as before.\\nNay, father, nay, good father, shame me not\\nBefore this noble knight, said young Lavaine,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "188 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nFor nothing. Surely I but play d on Torre:\\nHe seem d so sullen, vext he could not go:\\nA jest, no more! for, knight, the maiden\\ndreamt\\nThat some one put this diamond in her hand,\\nAnd that it was too slippery to be held,\\nAnd slipt and fell into some pool or stream,\\nThe castle-well, belike; and then I said\\nThat if I went and if I fought and won it\\n(But all was jest and joke among ourselves)\\nThen must she keep it safelier. All was jest.\\nBut, father, give me leave, an if he will.\\nTo ride to Camelot with this noble knight\\nWin shall I not, but do my best to win\\nYoung as I am, yet would I do my best.\\nSo ye will grace me, answer d Lancelot,\\nSmiling a moment, with your fellowship\\nO er these waste downs whereon I lost myself,\\nThen were I glad of you as guide and friend\\nAnd you shall win this diamond, as I hear\\nIt is a fair large diamond, if ye may,\\nAnd yield it to this maiden, if ye will.\\nA fair large diamond, added plain Sir Torre,\\nSuch be for queens, and not for simple\\nmaids.\\nThen she, who held her eyes upon the ground,\\nElaine, and heard her name so tost about,\\nFlush d slightly at the slight disparagement\\nBefore the stranger knight, who, looking at\\nher.\\nFull courtly, yet not falsely, thus return d:\\nIf what is fair be but for what is fair,\\nAnd only queens are to be counted so,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 189\\nRash were my judgment then, who deem this\\nmaid\\nMight w^ear as fair a jewel as is on earth,\\nNot violating the bond of like to like.\\nHe spoke and ceased: the lily maid Elaine,\\nWon by the mellow voice before she look d,\\nLifted her eyes and read his lineaments.\\nThe great and guilty love he bare the Queen,\\nIn battle with the love he bare his lord,\\nHad marr d his face, and mark d it ere his\\ntime.\\nAnother sinning on such heights with one,\\nThe flower of all the west and all the world.\\nHad been the sleeker for it: but in him\\nHis mood was often like a fiend, and rose\\nAnd drove him into wastes and solitudes\\nFor agony, who was yet a living soul.\\nMarr d as he was, he seem d the goodliest man\\nThat ever among ladies ate in hall,\\nAnd noblest, when she lifted up her eyes.\\nHowever marr d, of more than twice her\\nyears,\\nSeam d with an ancient swordcut on the cheek,\\nAnd bruised and bronzed, she lifted up her\\neyes\\nAnd loved him, with that love which was her\\ndooHiT^\\nThen the great knight, the darling of the\\ncourt.\\nLoved of the loveliest, into that rude hall\\nStept with grace, and not with half disdain\\nHid under grace, as in a smaller time,\\nBut kindl}^ man moving among his kind:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "190 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nWhom they with meats and vintage of their\\nbest\\nAnd talk and minstrel melody entertain d.\\nAnd much they ask d of court and Table\\nRound,\\nAnd ever well and readily answer d he;\\nBut Lancelot, when they glanced at Guine-\\nvere,\\nSuddenly speaking of the wordless man,\\nHeard from the Baron that, ten years before,\\nThe heathen caught and reft him of his tongue.\\nHe learnt and warn d me of their fierce de-\\nsign\\nAgainst my house, and him they caught and\\nmaim d;\\nBut I, my sons, and little daughter fled\\nFrom bonds or death, and dwelt among the\\nwoods\\nBy the great river in a boatman s hut.\\nDull days were those, till our good Arthur\\nbroke\\nThe Pagan yet once more on Badon hill.\\nO there, great lord, doubtless, Lavaine\\nsaid rapt\\nBy all the sweet and sudden passion of youth\\nToward greatness in its elder, You have\\nfought.\\nO tell us for we live apart you know\\nOf Arthur s glorious wars. And Lancelot\\nspoke\\nAnd answer d him at full, as having been\\nWith Arthur in the fight which all day long\\nRang by the white mouth of the violent Glem:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 191\\nAnd in the four loud battles by the shore\\nOf Duglas that on Bassa then the war\\nThat thunder d in and out the gloomy skirts\\nOf Celidon the forest and again\\nBy castle Gurnion, where the glorious King\\nHad on his cuirass worn our Lady s Head,\\nCarved of one emerald center d in a sun\\nOf silver rays, that lighten d as he breathed;\\nAnd at Caerleon had he help d his lord,\\nWhen the strong neighings of the wild white\\nHorse\\nvSet every gilded parapet shuddering\\nAnd up in Agned-Cathregonion too,\\nAnd down the waste sand-shores of Trath\\nTreroit,\\nWhere many a heathen fell; and on the\\nmount\\nOf Badon I myself beheld the King\\nCharge at the head of all his Table Round,\\nAnd all his legions crying Christ and him,\\nAnd break them; and I saw him, after, stand\\nHigh on a heap of slain, from spur to plume\\nRed as the rising sun with heathen blood,\\nAnd seeing me, with a great voice he cried,\\n*They are broken, they are broken! for the\\nKing,\\nHowever mild he seems at home, nor cares\\nFor triumph in our mimic wars, the jousts\\nFor if his own knight cast him down, he\\nlaughs\\nSaying, his knights are better men than he\\nYet in this heathen war the fire of God\\nFills him I never saw his like there lives\\nNo greater leader.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "192 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nWhile he utter d this,\\nLow to her own heart said the lily maid,\\nSave your great self, fair lord; and when he\\nfell\\nFrom talk of war to traits of pleasantry\\nBeing- mirthful he, but in a stately kind\\nShe still took note that when the living smile\\nDied from his lips, across him came a cloud\\nOf melancholy severe, from which again,\\nWhenever in her hovering to and fro\\nThe lily maid had striven to make him cheer,\\nThere brake a sudden-beaming tenderness\\nOf manners and of nature and she thought\\nThat all was nature, all, perchance, for her.\\nAnd all night long his face before her lived.\\nAs when a painter, poring on a face.\\nDivinely thro all hindrance finds the man\\nBehind it, and so paints him that his face,\\nThe shape and color of a mind and life.\\nLives for his children, ever at its best\\nAnd fullest so the face before her lived.\\nDark-splendid, speaking in the silence, full\\nOf noble things, and held her from her sleep.\\nTill rathe she rose, half-cheated in the thought\\nShe needs must bid farewell to sweet Lavaine.\\nFirst as in fear, step after step, she stole\\nDown the long tower-stairs, hesitating\\nAnon, she heard Sir Lancelot cry in the court,\\nThis shield, my friend, where is it? and\\nLavaine\\nPast inward, as she came from out the tower.\\nThere to his proud horse Lancelot turn d, and\\nsm.ooth d\\nThe glossy shoulder, humming to himself.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 193\\nHalf-envious of the flattering hand, she drew\\nNearer and stood. He look d, and more\\namazed\\nThan if seven men had set upon him, saw\\nThe maiden standing in the dewy light.\\nHe had not dream d she was so beautiful.\\nThen came on him a sort of sacred fear,\\nFor silent, tho he greeted her, she stood\\nRapt on his face as if it were a God s.\\nSuddenly flash d on her a wild desire,\\nThat he should wear her favor at the tilt.\\nShe braved a riotous heart in asking for it.\\nFair lord, whose name I know not noble it\\nis,\\nI well believe, the noblest will you wear\\nMy favor at this tourney? Nay, said he,\\nFair lady, since I never yet have worn\\nFavor of any lady in the lists.\\nSuch is my wont, as those, who know me,\\nknow.\\nYea, so, she answer d; then in wearing\\nmine\\nNeeds must be lesser likelihood, noble lord,\\nThat those who know should know you. And\\nhe turn d\\nHer counsel up and down within his mind,\\nAnd found it true, and answer d, True, my\\nchild.\\nWell, I will wear it: fetch it out to me:\\nWhat is it? and she told him A red sleeve\\nBroider d with pearls, and brought it: then\\nhe bound\\nHer token on his helmet, with a smile\\nSaying, I never yet have done so much\\n13 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "194 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nFor any maiden living, and the blood\\nSprang to her face and fill d her with delight;\\nBut left her all the paler^ when Lavaine\\nReturning brought the yet-unblazon d shield.\\nHis brother s; which he gave to Lancelot,/\\nWho parted with his own to fair Elaine J\\nDo me this grace, my child, to have my shield\\nIn keeping till I come. A grace to me,\\nShe answer d, twice to-day. I am your\\nsquire!\\nWhereat Lavaine said, laughing, Lily maid.\\nFor fear our people call you lily maid\\nIn earnest, let me bring your color back\\nOnce, twice, and thrice now get you hence to\\nbed;\\nSo kiss d her, and Sir Lancelot his own hand.\\nAnd thus they moved away: she stay d a min-\\nute.\\nThen made a sudden step to the gate, and\\nthere\\nHer bright hair blown about the serious face\\nYet rosy-kindled with her brother s kiss\\nPaused by the gateway, standing near the\\nshield\\nIn silence, while she watch d their arms far-off\\nSparkle, until they dipt below the downs.\\nThen to her tower she climb d, and took the\\nshield.\\nThere kept it, and so lived in fantasy.\\nMeanwhile the new companions past away\\nFar o er the long backs of the bushless downs.\\nTo where Sir Lancelot kne.w there lived a\\nknight", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 195\\nNot far from Camelot, now for forty years\\nA hermit, who had pray d, labor d and pray d,\\nAnd ever laboring had scoop d himself\\nIn the white rock a chapel and a hall\\nOn massive columns, like a shorecliff cave,\\nAnd cells and chambers: all were fair and drj^;\\nThe green light from the meadows under-\\nneath\\nStruck up and lived along the milky roofs,\\nAnd in the meadows tremulous aspen-trees\\nAnd poplars made a noise of falling showers.\\nAnd thither wending there that night they\\nbode.\\nBut when the next day broke from under-\\nground,\\nAnd shot red fire and shadows thro the cave.\\nThey rose, heard mass, broke fast, and rode\\naway:\\nThen Lancelot saying, Hear, but hold my\\nname\\nHidden, you ride with Lancelot of the Lake,\\nAbash d Lavaine, whose instant reverence,\\nDearer to true young hearts than their own\\npraise.\\nBut left him leave to stammer, Is it, in-\\ndeed?\\nAnd after muttering The great Lancelot,\\nAt last he got his breath and answered, One,\\nOne have I seen that other, our liege lord.\\nThe dread Pendragon, Britain s King of kings,\\nOf whom the people talk mysteriously.\\nHe will be there ^.then were I stricken blind\\nThat minute, I might say that I had seen.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "196 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nSo spake Lavaine, and when they reach d\\nthe lists\\nBy Camelot in the meadow, let his eyes\\nRun thro the peopled gallery which half round\\nLay like a rainbow fall n upon the grass,\\nUntil they found the clear-faced King, who sat\\nRobed in red samite, easily to be known.\\nSince to his crown the golden dragon clung,\\nAnd down his robe the dragon writhed in gold,\\nAnd from the carven-work behind him crept\\nTwo dragons gilded, sloping down to make\\nArms for his chair, while all the rest of them\\nThro knots and loops and folds innumerable\\nFled ever thro the woodwork, till they found\\nThe new design wherein they lost themselves,\\nYet with all ease, so tender was the work\\nAnd, in the costly canopy o er him set.\\nBlazed the last diamond of the nameless king.\\nThen Lancelot answer d young Lavaine and\\nsaid,\\nMe you call great: mine is the firmer seat,\\nThe truer lance but there is many a youth\\nNow crescent, who will come to all I am\\nAnd overcome it; And in me there dwells\\nNo greatness, save it be some far-off touch\\nOf greatness to know well I am not great\\nThere is the man. And Lavaine gaped upon\\nhim\\nAs on a thing miraculous, and anon\\nThe trumpets blew and then did either side.\\nThey that assail d and they that held the lists,\\nSet lance in rest, strike spur, suddenly move.\\nMeet in the midst, and there so furiously", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 197\\nShock, that a man far-off might well perceive,\\nIf any man that day were left afield.\\nThe hard earth shake, and a low thunder of\\narms.\\nAnd Lancelot bode a little, till he saw\\nWhich were the weaker; then he hurl d into it\\nAgainst the stronger: little need to speak\\nOf Lancelot in his glory! King, duke, earl,\\nCount, baron whom he smote, he overthrew.\\nBut in the field were Lancelot s kith and kin.\\nRanged with the Table Round that held the\\nlists.\\nStrong men, and wrathful that a stranger\\nknight\\nShould do and almost overdo the deeds\\nOf Lancelot; and one said to the other, Lo!\\nWhat is he? I do not mean the force alone\\nThe grace and versatility of ,the man\\nIs it not Lancelot? When has Lancelot worn\\nFavor of any lady in the lists?\\nNot such his wont, as we, that know him,\\nknow.\\nHow then? who then? a fury seized them all,\\nA fiery family passion for the name\\nOf Lancelot, and a glory one with theirs.\\nThey couch d their spears and prick d their\\nsteeds, and thus.\\nTheir plumes driv n backward by the wind\\nthey made\\nIn moving, all together down upon him\\nBare, as a wild wave in the wide North-sea,\\nGreen-glimmering toward the summit, bears,\\nwith all", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "198 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nIts stormy crests that smoke against the skies,\\nDown on a bark, and overbears the bark,\\nAnd him that helms it, so they overbore\\nSir Lancelot and his charger, and a spear\\nDown-glancing lamed the charger, and a spear\\nPrick d sharply his own cuirass, and the head\\nP erced thro his side, and there snapt, and\\nremain d.\\nThen Sir Lavaine did well and worshipfully\\nHe bore a knight of old repute to the earth.\\nAnd brought his horse to Lancelot where he\\nlay.\\nHe up the side, sweating with agony, got,\\nBut thought to do while he might yet endure,\\nAnd being lustly holpen by the rest,\\nHis party, tho it seem d half-miracle\\nTo those he fought with, drave his kith and\\nkin.\\nAnd all the Table Round that held the lists.\\nBack to the barrier; then the trumpets blew\\nProclaiming his the prize, who w^ore the sleeve\\nOf scarlet, and the pearls; and all the knights.\\nHis party, cried Advance and take thy prize\\nTlie diamond; but he answer d Diamond\\nme\\n*No diamonds! for God s love, a little air!\\nPrize me no prizes, for my prize is death\\nHence willT, and I charge you, follow me not.\\nHe spoke, and vanish d suddenly from the\\nfield\\nWith young Lavaine into the poplar grove.\\nThere from his charger down he slid, and sat,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 199\\nGasping to Sir Lavaine, Draw the lance-\\nhead;\\nAh my sweet lord Sir Lancelot, said Lavaine,\\nI dread me, if I draw it, you will die.\\nDut he, I die already with it: draw\\nDraw, and Lavaine drew, and Sir Lancelot\\ngave\\nA marvelous great shriek and ghastly groan,\\nAnd half his blood burst forth, and down he\\nsank\\nFor the pure pain, and wholly swoon d away.\\nThen came the hermit out and bare him in.\\nThere stanch d his wotmd; and there, in daily\\ndoubt\\nWhether to live or die, for many a week\\nHid from the wide world s rumour by the grove\\nOf poplars with their noise of falling showers,\\nAnd ever-tremulous aspen-trees, he lay.\\nBut on that day when Lancelot fled the lists^\\nHis party, knights of utmost North and West,\\nLords of waste marches, kings of desolate isles.\\nCame round their great Pendragon, saying to\\nhim,\\nLo, Sir, our knight, thro whom we won th6\\nday,\\nHath gone sore wounded, and hath left hi s\\nprize\\nUntaken, crying that his prize is death.\\nHeaven hinder, said the King, that such\\nan one.\\nSo great a knight as we have seen to-da}^\\nHe seem d to me another Lancelot\\nYea, twenty times I thought him Lancelot", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "200 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nHe must not pass uncared for. Wherefore,\\nrise,\\nGawain, and ride forth and find the knight.\\nWounded and wearied needs must he be near.\\n1 charge you that you get at once to horse.\\nAnd, knights and kings, there breathes not\\none of you\\nWill deem this prize of ours is rashly given:\\nHis prowess was too wonderous. We will do\\nhim\\nNo customary honour: since the knight\\nCame not to us, of us to claim the prize,\\nOurselves will send it after. Rise and take\\nThis diamond, and deliver it, and return.\\nAnd bring us where he is, and how he fares,\\nAnd cease not from your quest until ye find.\\nSo saying, from the carvan flower above,\\nTo which it made a restless heart, he took,\\nAnd gave, the diamond then from where he\\nsat\\nAt Arthur s right, with smiling face arose.\\nWith smiling face and frowning heart, a Prince\\nIn the mid might and flourish of his May,\\nGawain, surnamed The Courteous, fair and\\nstrong,\\nAnd after Lancelot, Tristram, and Geraint\\nAnd Gareth, a good knight, but therewithal\\nSir Modred s brother, and the child of Lot,\\nNor often loyal to his word, and now\\nWroth that the King s command to sally forth\\nIn quest of whom he knew not, made him leave\\nThe banquet, and concourse of knights and\\nkings.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 201\\nSo all in Vv-rath he got to horse and went\\nWhile Arthur to the banquet, dark and mood,\\nPast, thinking Is it Lancelot who hath come\\nDespite the wound he spake of, all for gain\\nOf glory, and hath added wound to wound,\\nAnd ridd n away to die? So fear d the King,\\nAnd, after two days s tarriance there, return d.\\nThen when he saw the Queen, embracing ask d,\\nLove, are you yet so sick? Nay, lord,\\nshe said.\\nAnd where is Lancelot? Then the Queen\\namazed,\\nWas he not with you? won he not your prize?\\nNay, but one like him. Why that like was\\nhe.\\nAnd when the King demanded how she knew,\\nSaid, Lord, no sooner had ye parted from us,\\nThan Lancelot told me of a common talk\\nThat men went down before his spear at a\\ntouch.\\nBut knowing he was Lancelot his great name\\nConquer d; and therefore would he hide his\\nname\\nFrom all men, ev n the King, and to this end\\nHad made the pretext of a hindering wound.\\nThat he might joust unknown of all, and learn\\nIf his old prowess were in aught decay d;\\nAnd added, Our true Arthur, when he learns,\\nWill well allow my pretext, as for gain\\nOf purer glory.\\nThen replied the King:\\nFar lovelier in our Lancelot had it been)\\nIn lieu of idly dallying with the truth,\\nU Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "202 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nTo have trusted me as he hath trusted thee.\\nSurely his King and most familiar friend\\nMight well have kept his secret. True, indeed,\\nAlbeit I know my knights fantastical,\\nSo fine a fear in our large Lancelot\\nMust needs have moved my laughter: now\\nrem.ains\\nBut little cause for laughter: his own kin\\n111 news, my Queen, for all who love him,\\nthis!\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHis kith and kin, not knowing, set upon him\\nSo that he went sore wounded from the field\\nYet good news too for goodly hopes are mine\\nThat Lancelot is no more a lonely heart.\\nHe wore, against his wont, upon his helm\\nA sleeve of scarlet, broider d with great pearls,\\nSome gentle maiden s gift.\\nYea, lord, she said,\\nThy hopes are mine, and saying that, she\\nchoked\\nAnd sharply turn d about to hide her face,\\nPast to her chamber, and there flung herself\\nDown on the great King s couch, and writhed\\nupon it,\\nAnd clench d her fingers till they bit the palm,\\nAnd shriek d out, Traitor, to the unhearing\\nwall,\\nThen flash d into wild tears, and rose again,\\nAnd moved about her palace, proud and pale.\\nGawain the while thro all the region round\\nRode with his diamond, wearied of the quest,\\nTouch d at all points, except the poplar grove.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 203\\nAnd came at last, tho late, to Astolat:\\nWhom glittering- in enamell d arms the maid\\nGlanced at, and cried, *What news from\\nCamelot, lord?\\nWhat of the knight with the red sleeve? He\\nwon.\\nI knew it, she said. But parted from the\\njousts\\nHurt in the side, whereat she caught her\\nbreath\\nThro her own side she felt the sharp lance go;\\nThereon she smote her hand: wellnigh she\\nswoon d:\\nAnd, while he gazed wonderingly at her, came\\nThe Lord of Astolat out, to whom the Prince\\nReported who he was, and on what quest\\nSent, that he bore the prize and could not find\\nThe victor, but had ridd n a random round\\nTo seek him, and had wearied of the search.\\nTo whom the Lord of Astolat, Bide with us.\\nAnd ride no more at random, noble Prince!\\nHere was the knight, and here he left a shield\\nThis will he send or come for furthermore\\nOur son is with him we shall hear anon,\\nNeeds must we hear. To this the courteous\\nPrince\\nAccorded with his wonted courtesy.\\nCourtesy with a touch of traitor in it,\\nAnd stay d; and cast his eyes on fair Elaine:\\nWhere could be found face daintier? then her\\nshape\\nFrom forehead down to foot, perfect again\\nFrom foot to forehead exquisitely turn d:\\nWell if I bide, lo! this wild flower for me!", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "204 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd oft they met among the garden yews,\\nAnd there he set himself to play upon her\\nWith sallying wit, free flashes from a height\\nAbove her, graces of the court, and songs,\\nSighs, and slow smiles, and golden eloquence\\nAnd amorous adultation, till the maid\\nRebell d against it, saying to him, Prince,\\nO loyal nephew of our noble King,\\nWhy ask you not to see the shield he left.\\nWhence you might learn his name? Why slight\\nyour King,\\nAnd lose the quest he sent you on, and prove\\nNo surer than our falcon yesterday.\\nWho lost the hern we slipt her at, and went\\nTo all the winds? Nay, by mine head,\\nsaid he,\\nI lose it, as we lose the lark in heaven,\\nO damsel, in the light of your blue eyes\\nBut an ye will it let me see the shield.\\nAnd when the shield was brought, and Gawain\\nsaw\\nSir Lancelot s azure lions, crown d with gold,\\nRamp in the field, he smote his thigh, and\\nmock d:\\nRight was the King! our Lancelot! that true\\nman\\nAnd right was I, she answer d merrily, I,\\nWho dream d my knight the greatest knight\\nof all.\\nAndif I dream d, said Gawain, that you\\nlove\\nThis greatest knight, your pardon lo, ye know\\nit!\\nSpeak therefore shall I waste myself in vain?", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 205\\nFull simple was her answer, What know I?\\nMy brethren have been all my fellowship\\nAnd I, when often they have talk d of love,\\nWish d it had been my mother, for they talk d,\\nMeseem d, of what they knew not; so myself\\nI know not if I know what true love is,\\nBut if I know, then, if I love not him,\\nI know there is none other I can love.\\nYea, by God s death, said he, ye love him\\nwell,\\nBut would not, knew ye what all others know.\\nAnd whom he loves. So be it, cried\\nElaine,\\nAnd lifted her fair face and moved away\\nBut he pursued her, calling, Stay a little!\\nOne golden minute s grace! he wore your\\nsleeve\\nWould he break faith with one I may not name?\\nMust our true man change like a leaf at\\nlast?\\nNay like enow why then, far be it from me\\nTo cross our mighty Lancelot in his loves!\\nAnd, damsel, for I deem you know full well\\nWhere your great knight is hidden, let me\\nleave\\nMy quest with you the diamond also here\\nFor if you love, it will be sweet to give it\\nAnd if he love, it will be sweet to have it\\nFrom your own hand and whether he love or\\nnot,\\nA diamond is a diamond. Fare you well\\nA thousand times a thousand times farewell I\\nYet, if he love, and his love hold, we two\\nMay meet at court hereafter: there, I think.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "206 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nSo ye will learn the courtesies of the court,\\nWe two shall know each other.\\nThen he gave.\\nAnd slightly kiss d the hand to which he gave.\\nThe diamond, and all wearied of the quest\\nLeapt on his horse, and carolling as he went\\nA true-love ballad, lightly rode away.\\nThence to the court he past there told the\\nKing\\nWhat the King knew, Sir Lancelot is the\\nknight.\\nAnd added, Sire, my liege, so much I learnt;\\nBut faird to find hi.m, tho I rode all round\\nThe region but I lighted on the maid\\nWhose sleeve he wore she loves him and to\\nher.\\nDeeming our courtesy is the truest law,\\nI gave the diamond: she will render it;\\nFor by mine head she knows his hiding-place.\\nThe seldom-frowning King frown d, and\\nreplied,\\nToo courteously truly! ye shall go no more\\nOn quest of mine, seeing that ye forget\\nObedience is the courtesy due to kings.\\nHe spake and parted. Wroth, but all in awe.\\nFor twenty strokes of the blood, without a\\nword.\\nLinger d that other, staring after him;\\nThen shook his hair, strode off, and buzz d\\nabroad", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 207\\nAbout the maid of Astolat, and her love.\\nAll ears were prick d at once, all tongues were\\nloosed\\nThe maid of Astolat loves Sir Lancelot,\\nSir Lancelot loves the maid of Astolat.\\nSome read the King s face, some the Queen s,\\nand all\\nHad marvel what the maid might be, but most\\nPredooom d her as unworthy. One old dame\\nCame suddenly on the Queen with the sharp\\nnews.\\nShe, that had heard the noise of it before,\\nBut sorrowing Lancelot should have stoop d so\\nlow.\\nMarr d her friend s aim with pale tranquillity.\\nSo ran the tale like fire about the court.\\nFire in a dry stubble a nine-days wonder\\nflared:\\nTill ev n the kinghts at banquet twice or thrice\\nForgot to drink to Lancelot and the Queen,\\nAnd pledging Lancelot and the lily maid\\nSmiled at each other, while the Queen, who sat\\nWith lips severely placid, felt the knot\\nClimb in her throat, and with her feet unseen\\nCrush d the wild passion out against the floor\\nBeneath the banquet, where the meats became\\nAs wormwood, and she hated all who pledged.\\nBut far away the maid in Astolat,\\nHer guiltless rival, she that ever kept\\nThe one-day seen Sir Lancelot in her heart,\\nCrept to her father, while he mused alone,\\nSat on his knee, stroked his gray face, and said,\\nFather, you call me wilful, and the fault", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "208 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nIs yours who let me have my will, and now,\\nSweet father, will you let me loose my wits?\\nNay, said he, surely. Wherefore, let\\nme hence,\\nSheanswer d, and find out our dear Lavaine.\\nYe will not lose your wits for dear Lavaine:\\nBide, answered he: we needs must hear\\nanon\\nOf him, and of that other. Ay, she said,\\nAnd of that other, for I needs must hence\\nAnd find that other, whersoe er he be.\\nAnd with mine own hand give his diamond to\\nhim,\\nLest I be found as faithless in the quest\\nAs yon proud Prince who left the quest to\\nme.\\nSweet father, I behold him in my dreams\\nGaunt as it were the skeleton of himself.\\nDeath- pale, for lack of gentle maiden s aid.\\nThe gentler-born the maiden, the more bound,\\nMy father, to be sweet and serviceable\\nTo noble knights in sickness, as ye know\\nWhen these have worn their tokens: let me\\nhence\\nI pray you. Then her father nodding said,\\nAy, ay, the diamond: wit ye well, my child,\\nRight fain were I to learn this knight were\\nwhole.\\nBeing our greatest yea, and you must give\\nit\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd sure I think this fruit is hung too high\\nFor any mouth to gape for save a queen s\\nNay, I mean nothing: so then, get you gone.\\nBeing so very wilful you must go.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 209\\nLightly, her suit allow d, she slipt away,\\nAnd while she made her ready for her ride,\\nHer father s latest words humm d in her ear,\\nBeing so very wilful you must go,\\nAnd changed itself and echo d in her heart,\\nBeing so very wilful you must die.\\nBut she was happy enough and shook it off,\\nAs we shake off the bee that buzzes at us;\\nAnd in her heart she answer d it and said,\\nWhat matter, so I help him back to life?\\nThen far away with good Sir Torre for guide\\nRodeo er the long backs of the bushless downs\\nTo Camelot, and before the city-gates\\nCame on her brother with a happy face\\nMaking a roan horse caper and curvet\\nFor pleasure all about a field of flowers\\nWhom when she saw, Lavaine, she cried,\\nLavaine,\\nHow fares my lord Sir Lancelot? He amazed,\\nTorre and Elaine! why here? Sir Lancelot!\\nHow know ye my lord s name is Lancelot?\\nBut when the maid had told him all her tale.\\nThen turn d Sir Torre, and being in his moods\\nLeft them, and under the strange-statuedgate.\\nWhere Arthur s wars were render d mystically.\\nPast up the still rich city to his kin,\\nHis own far blood, which dwelt at Camelot;\\nAnd her, Lavaine across the poplar grove\\nLed to the caves there first she saw the casque\\nOf Lancelot on the wall her scarlet sleeve,\\nTho carved and cut, and half the pearls away,\\nStream d from it still; and in her heart she\\nlaugh d,\\nBecause he had not loosed it from his helm,\\nu", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "210 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBut meant once more perchance to tourney in it.\\nAnd when they gain d the cell wherein he\\nslept,\\nHis battle-writhen arms and mighty hands\\nLay naked on the wolfskin, and a dream\\nOf dragging down his enemy made them move.\\nThen she that saw him lying unsleek, unshorn,\\nGaunt as it were the skeleton of himself,\\nUtter d a little tender dolorous cry.\\nThe sound not wonted in a place so still\\nWoke the sick knight, and while he roll d his\\neyes\\nYet blank from sleep, she started to him,\\nsaying,\\nYotir prize the diamond sent you by the\\nKing:\\nHis eyes glisten d: she fancied Is it for me?\\nAnd when the maid had told him all the tale\\nOf King and Prince, the diamond sent, the\\nquest\\nAssign d to her not worthy of it, she knelt\\nFull lowly by the corners of his bed.\\nAnd laid the diamond in his open hand.\\nHer face was near, and as we kiss the child\\nThat does the task assign d, he kiss d her face.\\nAt once she slipt like water to the floor.\\nAlas, he said, your ride hath wearied you.\\nRest must you have. No rest for me, she\\nsaid;\\nNay, for near you, fair lord, I am at rest.\\nWhat might she mean by this? his large black\\neyes,\\nYet larger thro his leanness, dwelt upon her,\\nTill all her heart s sad secret blazed itself", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 2U\\nIn the heart s colors on her simple face;\\nAnd Lancelot look d and was perplextin mind,\\nAnd being weak in body said no more\\nBut did not love the color; woman s love,\\nSave one, he not regarded, and so turn d\\nSighing, and feign d a sleep until he slept.\\nThen rose Elaine and glided thro the fields,\\nAnd past beneath the weirdly-sculptured gates\\nFar up the dim rich city to her kin\\nThere bode the night: but woke with dawn,\\nand past\\nDown thro the dim rich city to the fields,\\nThence to the cave so day by day she past\\nIn either twilight ghost-like to and fro\\nGliding, and every day she tended him,\\nAnd likewise many a night: and Lancelot\\nWould, tho he call d his wound a little hurt\\nWhereof he should be quickly whole, at times\\nBrain- feverous in his heat and agony, seem\\nTJncourteous, even he but the meek maid\\nSweetly forbore him ever, being to him\\nMeeker than any child to a rough nurse,\\nMilder than any mother to a sick child,\\nAnd never woman yet, since man s first fall.\\nDid kindlier unto man, but her deep love\\nUpbore her; till the hermit, skill d in all\\nThe simples and the science of that time,\\nTold him that her fine care had saved his life.\\nAnd the sick man forgot her simple blush,\\nWould call her friend and sister, sweet Elaine,\\nWould listen for her coming and regret\\nHer parting step, and held her tenderly.\\nAnd loved her with all love except the love", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "212 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nOf man and woman when they love their best,\\nClosest and sweetest, and had died the death\\nIn any knightly fashion for her sake.\\nAnd peradventure had he seen her first\\nShe might have made this and that other world\\nAnother world for the sick man; but now\\nThe shackles of an old love straiten d him,\\nHis honour rooted in dishonour stood,\\nAnd faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.\\nYet the great knight in his mid-sickness made\\nFull many a holy vow and pure resolve.\\nThese, as but born of sickness, could not live:\\nFor when the blood ran lustier in him again,\\nFull often the bright image of one face,\\nMaking a treacherous quiet in his heart.\\nDispersed his resolution like a cloud.\\nThen if the maiden, while that ghostly grace\\nBeam d on his fancy, spoke, he answer d not.\\nOr short and coldly, and she knew right well\\nWhat the rough sickness meant, but what this\\nmeant\\nShe knew not, and the sorrow dimm d her\\nsight.\\nAnd drave her ere her time across the fields\\nFar into the rich city, where alone\\nShe murmur d, *Vain, in vain: it cannot be.\\nHe will not love me: how then? must I die?\\nThen as a little helpless innocent bird.\\nThat has but one plain passage of few notes.\\nWill sing the simple passage o er and o er\\nFor all an April morning, till the ear\\nWearies to hear it, so the simple maid\\nWent half the night repeating, Must I die?", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 213\\nAnd now to right she turn d, and now to left,\\nAnd found no ease in turning or in rest\\nAnd Him or death, she murmur d, death\\nor him,\\nAgain and like a burthen, Him or death.\\nBut when Sir Lancelot s deadly hurt was\\nwhole,\\nTo Astolat returning rode the three.\\nThere morn by morn, arraying her sweet self\\nIn that wherein she deem d she look d her best,\\nShe came before Sir Lancelot, for she thought\\nIf I be loved, these are my festal robes.\\nIf not, the victim s flowers before me fall.\\nAnd Lancelot ever prest upon the maid\\nThat she should ask some goodly gift of him\\nFor her own self or hers: and do not shun\\nTo speak the wish most near to your true\\nheart\\nSuch service have ye done me, that I make\\nMy will of yours, and Prince and Lord am I\\nIn mine own land, and what I will I can.\\nThen like a ghost she lifted up her face.\\nBut like a ghost without the power to speak.\\nAnd Lancelot saw that she withheld her\\nwish,\\nAnd bode among them yet a little space\\nTill he should learn it; and one morn it\\nchanced\\nHe found her in among the garden yews.\\nAnd said, Delay no longer, speak your wish,\\nSeeing I go to-day then out she brake\\nGoing? and we shall never see you more.\\nAnd I must die for want of one bold word.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "214 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nSpeak: that I live to hear, he said, *is\\nyours.\\nThen suddenly and passionately she spoke\\nI have gone mad. I love you: let me die.\\nAh, sister, answer d Lancelot, what is\\nthis?\\nAnd innocently extending her white arms,\\nYour love, she said, your love to be vour\\nwife.\\nAnd Lancelot answer d, Had I chosen towed^\\nI had been wedded earlier, sweet Elaine\\nBut now there never will be wife of mine.\\nNo, no, she cried, I care not to be wife.\\nBut to be with you still, to see your face,\\nTo serve you and to follow you thro the\\nworld.\\nAnd Lancelot answer d, Nay, the world, the\\nworld.\\nAll ear and eye, with such a stupid heart\\nTo interpret ear and eye, and such a tongue\\nTo blare its own interpretation nay.\\nFull ill then should I quit your brother s love,\\nAnd your. good father s kindness. And she\\nsaid,\\nNot to be with you, not to see your face\\nAlas for me then, my good days are done.\\nNay, noble maid, he answer d, ten times\\nnay!\\nThis is not love: but love s first flash in youth.\\nMost common: yea, I know it of mine own\\nsalf:\\nAnd you yourself will smile at your own self\\nHereafter, when you yield your flower of life\\nTo one more fitly yours, not thrice your age:", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 215\\nAnd then will I, for true you are and sweet\\nBeyond mine old belief in womanhood,\\nMore specially should your good knight be\\npoor,\\nEndow you with broad land and territory\\nEven to the half my realm beyond the seas,\\nSo that would make you happy: furthermore,\\nEv n to the death, as tho ye were my blood.\\nIn all your quarrels will I be your knight.\\nThis will I do, dear damsel, for your sake,\\nAnd more than this I cannot.\\nWhile he spoke\\nShe neither blush d nor shook, but deathly pale\\nStood grasping what was nearest, then replied:\\nOf all this will I nothing; and so fell.\\nAnd thus they bore her swooning to her tower.\\nThen spake, to whom thro those black walls\\nof yew\\nTheir talk had pierced, her father: Ay, a\\nflash,\\nI fear me, that will strike my blossom dead.\\nToo courteous are ye, fair Lord Lancelot.\\nI pray you, use some rough discourtesy\\nTo blunt or break her passion.\\nLancelot said,\\nThat were against me: what I can I will;\\nAnd there that day remain d, and toward even\\nSent for his shield full meekly rose the maid,\\nStript off the case, and gave the naked shield\\nThen, when she heard his horse upon the\\nstones,\\nUnclasping flung the casement back, and look d", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "216 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nDown on his helm, from which her sleeve had\\ngone.\\nAnd Lancelot knew the little clinking sound;\\nAnd she by tact of love was well aware\\nThen Lancelot knew that she was looking at\\nhim.\\nAnd yet he glanced not up, nor waved his\\nhand.\\nNor bade farewell, but sadly rode away.\\nThis was the one discourtesy that he used.\\nSo in her tower alone the maiden sat\\nHis very shield was gone only the case,\\nHer own poor work, her empty labor, left.\\nBut still she heard him, still his picture form d\\nAnd grew between her and the pictured wall.\\nThen came her father, saying in low tones,\\nHave comfort, whom she greeted quietly.\\nThen came her brethren saying, Peace to\\nthee,\\nSweet sister, whom she answer d with all\\ncalm.\\nBut when they left her to herself again,\\nDeath, like a friend s voice from a distant field\\nApproaching thro the darkness, call d; the\\nowls\\nWailing had power upon her, and she mixt\\nHer fancies with the sallow-rifted glooms\\nOf evening and the moanings of the wind.\\nAnd in those days she made a little song,\\nAnd call d her song The Song of Love and\\nDeath,\\nAnd sang it sweetly could she make and sing.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 217\\nSweet is true love tho given in vain, in\\nvain;\\nAnd sweet is death who puts an end to pain:\\nI know not which is sweeter, no, not I.\\nLove, art thou sweet? then bitter death\\nmust be:\\nLove, thou art bitter sweet is death to me.\\nO Love, if death be sweeter, let me die.\\nSweet love, that seems not made to fade\\naway,\\nSweet death, that seems to make us loveless\\nclay,\\nI know not which is sweeter, no, not I.\\n*I fain would follow love, if that could be;\\nI needs must follow death, who calls for me\\nCall and I follow, I follow let me die.\\nHigh with the last line scaled her voice, and\\nthis.\\nAll in a fiery dawning wild with wind\\nThat shook her tower, the brothers heard, and\\nthought\\nWith shuddering, Hark the Phantom of the\\nhouse\\nThat ever shrieks before a death, and call d\\nThe father, and all three in hurry and fear\\nRan to her, and lo! the blood-red light of dawn\\nFlared on her face, she shrilling, Let me\\ndie!", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "218 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAs when we dwell upon a word we know,\\nRepeating, till the word we know so well\\nBecomes a wonder, and we know not why,\\nSo dwelt the father on her face, and thought\\nIs this Elaine? till back the maiden fell,\\nThen gave a languid hand to each, and lay.\\nSpeaking a still good-morrow with her eyes.\\nAt last she said, Sweet brothers, yesternight\\nI seem d a curious little maid again.\\nAs happy as when we dwelt among the woods,\\nAnd when ye used to take me with the flood\\nUp the great river in the boatman s boat.\\nOnly ye would not pass beyond the cape\\nThat has the poplar on it there ye fixt\\nYour limit, oft returning with the tide.\\nAnd yet I cried because ye would not pass\\nBeyond it, and far up the shining flood\\nUntil we found the palace of the King.\\nAnd yet ye would not but this night I dream cj\\nThat I was all alone upon the flood,\\nAnd then I said, Now shall I have my will:\\nAnd there I woke, but still the wish remain d.\\nSo let me hence that I may pass at last\\nBeyond the poplar and far up the flood.\\nUntil I find the palace of the King.\\nThere will I enter in among them all.\\nAnd no man there will dare to mock at me\\nBut there the fine Gawain will wonder at me,\\nAnd there the great Sir Lancelot muse at^\\nme;\\nGawain, who bade a thousand farewells to me,\\nLancelot, who coldly went, nor bade me one\\nAnd there the King will know me and my love,\\nAnd there the Queen herself will pity me,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 219\\nAnd all the gentle court will welcome me,\\nAnd after my long voyage I shall rest!\\nPeace, said her father, O my child, ye\\nseem\\nLight-headed, for what force is yours to go\\nSo far, being sick? and wherefore would ye\\nlook\\nOn this proud fellow again, who scorns us all?\\nThen the rough Torre began to heave and\\nmove\\nAnd bluster into stormy sobs and say,\\nI never loved him: an I meet with him,\\nI care not howsoever great he be.\\nThen will I strike at him and strike him down,\\nGive me good fortune, I will strike him dead,\\nFor this discomfort he hath done the house.\\nTo whom the gentle sister made reply,\\nFret not yourself, dear brother, nor be wroth,\\nSeeing it is no more Sir Lancelot s fault\\nNot to love me, than it is mine to love\\nHim of all men who seems to me the highest.\\nHighest? the father answer d, echoing\\nhighest?\\n(He meant to break the passion in her) nay,\\nDaughter, I know not what you call the high-\\nest;\\nBut this I know, for all the people know it.\\nHe loves the Queen, and in an open shame:\\nAnd she returns his love in open shame\\nIf this be high, what is it to be low?", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "220 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen spake the lily maid of Astolat\\nSweet father, all too faint and sick am I\\nFor anger these are slanders never yet\\nWas noble man but made ignoble talk.\\nHe makes no friend who never made a foe.\\nBut now it is my glory to have loved\\nOne peerless, without stain so let me pass,\\nMy father, how^soe er I seem to you,\\nNot all unhappy, having loved God s best\\nAnd greatest, tho my love had no return:\\nYet, seeing you desire your child to live,\\nThanks, but you work against your own desire\\nFor if I could believe the things you say\\nI should but die the sooner; wherefore cease,\\nSweet father, and bid call the ghostly man\\nHither, and let me shrive me clean, and die.\\nSo when the ghostly man had come and gone,\\nShe, with a face bright as for sin forgiven,\\nBesought Lavaine to write as she devised\\nA letter, word for word; and when he ask d\\nIs it for Lancelot, is it for my dear lord?\\nThen will I bear it gladly; she replied,\\n**For Lancelot and the Queen and all the\\nworld,\\nBut I myself must bear it. Then he v/rote\\nThe letter she devised which being writ\\nAnd folded, 0 sweet father, tender and true.\\nDeny me not, she said ye never yet\\nDenied my fancies this, however strange.\\nMy latest: lay the letter in my hand\\nA little ere I die, and close the hand\\nUpon it I shall guard it even in death.\\nAnd when the heat is gone from out my heart", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 221\\nThen take the little bed on which I died\\nFor Lancelot s love, and deck it like the\\nQueen s\\nFor richness, and me also like the Queen\\nIn all I have of rich, and lay me on it.\\nAnd let there be prepared a chariot-bier\\nTo take me to the river, and a barge\\nBe ready on the river, clothed in black.\\nI go in state to court to meet the Queen.\\nThere surely I shall speak for mine own self.\\nAnd none of you can speak for me so well.\\nAnd therefore let our dumb old man alone\\nGo with me, he can steer and row, and he\\nWill guide me to that palace, to the doors.\\nShe ceased her father promised whereupon\\nShe grew so cheerful that they deem d her\\ndeath\\nWas rather in the fantasy than the blood.\\nBut ten slow mornings past, and on the elev-\\nenth\\nHer father laid the letter in her hand.\\nAnd closed the hand upon it, and she died.\\nSo that day there was dole in Astolat.\\nBut when the next sun brake from under-\\nground.\\nThen, those two brethren slowly with bent\\nbrows\\nAccompanying, the sad chariot-bier\\nPast like a shadow thro the field, that shone\\nFull-summer, to that stream whereon the\\nbarge,\\nPall d all its length in blackest samite, lay.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "222 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThere sat tkp. lifelong creature of the house.\\nLoyal, the dumb old servitor, on deck,\\nWinking his eyes, and twisted all his face.\\nSo those two brethren from the chariot took\\nAnd on the black decks laid her in her bed,\\nSet in her hand a lily, o er her hung\\nThe silken case with braided blazonings,\\nAnd kiss d her quiet brows, and saying to het\\nSister, farewell for ever, and again\\nFarewell, sweet sister, parted all in tears.\\nThen rose the dumb old servitor, and the\\ndead,\\nOar d by the dumb, went upward with the\\nflood-\\nIn her right hand the lily, in her left\\nThe letter all her bright hair streaming\\ndown\\nAnd all the coverlid was cloth of gold\\nDrawn to her waist, and she herself in white\\nAll but her face, and that clear-featured face\\nWas lovely, for she did not seem as dead,\\nBut fast asleep, and lay as tho she smiled.\\nThat day Sir Lancelot at the palace craved\\nAudience of Guinevere, to give at last\\nThe price of half a realm, his costly gift.\\nHard-won and hardly won with bruise and\\nblow,\\nWith deaths of others, and almost his own,\\nThe nine-years-fought-for diamonds: for he\\nsaw\\nOne of her house, and sent him to the Queen\\nBearing his wish, whereto the Queen agreed\\nWith such and so unmoved a majesty", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 223\\nShe might have seem d her statue, but that\\nhe,\\nLow-dropping till he well-nigh kiss d her feet\\nFor loyal awe, saw with a sidelong eye\\nThe shadow of some piece of pointed lace,\\nIn the Queen s shadow, vibrate on the walls^\\nAnd parted, laughing in his courtly heart.\\nAll in an oriel on the summer side,\\nVine-clad, of Arthur s palace toward the\\nstream,\\nThey met, and Lancelot kneeling utter d^\\nQueen,\\nLady, my liege, in whom I have my joy,\\nTake, what I had not won except for you.\\nThese jewels, and make me happy, making\\nthem\\nAn armlet for the roundest arm on earth.\\nOr necklace for a neck to which the swan s\\nIs tawnier than her cygnet s: these are\\nwords\\nYour beauty is your beauty, and I sin\\nIn speaking, yet O grant my worship of it\\nWords, as we g^rant g-rief tears. Such sin in\\nwords,\\nPerchance, we both can pardon: but, my\\nQueen,\\nI hear of rumors flying thro your court.\\nOur bond, as not the bond of man and wife,\\nShould have in it an absoluter trust\\nTo make up that defect: let rumors be:\\nWhen did not rumors fly? these, as I trust\\nThat you trust me in your own nobleness,\\nI may not well believe that you believe.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "224 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nWhile thus he spoke, half-turn d away, the\\nQueen\\nBrake from the vast oriel-embowering vine\\nLeaf after leaf, and tore, and cast them off.\\nTill all the place whereon she stood was green\\nThen, when he ceased, in one cold passive\\nhand\\nReceived at once and laid aside the gems\\nThere on a table near her, and replied\\n**It may be, I am quicker of belief\\nThan you believe me, Lancelot of the Lake.\\nOur bond is not the bond of man and wife.\\nThis good is in it, whatsoe er of ill.\\nIt can be broken easier. I for you\\nThis many a year have done despite and wrong\\nTo one whom ever in my heart of hearts\\nI did acknowledge nobler. What are these?\\nDiamonds for me they had been thrice their\\nworth\\nBeing your gift, had you not lost your own.\\nTo loyal hearts the value of all gifts\\nMust vary as the giver s. Not for me!\\nFor her! for your new fancy. Only this\\nGrant me, I pray you have your joys apart.\\nI doubt not that however changed, you keep\\nSo much of what is graceful and myself\\nWould shun to break those bounds of courtesy\\nIn which as Arthur s Queen I move and rule:\\nSo cannot speak my mind. An end to this:\\nA strange one yet I take it with Amen.\\nSo pray you, add my diamonds to her pearls\\nDeck her with these tell her, she shines me\\ndown", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 225\\nAn armlet for an arm to which the Queen s\\nIs haggard, or a necklace for a neck\\nO as much fairer as a faith once fair\\nWas richer than these diamonds hers not\\nmine\\nNay, by the mother of our Lord himself,\\nOr hers or mine, mine now to work my will\\nShe shall not have them.\\nSaying w^hich she seized.\\nAnd, thro the casement standing wide for heat,\\nFlung them, and down they flash d, and smote\\nthe stream.\\nThen from the smitten surface flash d, as it\\nwere,\\nDiamonds to meet them, and they past away.\\nThen while Sir Lancelot leant, in half disdain\\nAt love, life, all things, on the window ledge,\\nClose underneath his eyes, and right across\\nWhere these had fallen, slowly past the barge\\nWhereon the lily maid of Astolat\\nLay smiling, like a star in blackest night.\\nBut the wild Queen, who saw not, burst away\\nTo weep and wail in secret and the barge,\\nOn to the palace-doorway sliding, paused.\\nThere two stood arm d, and kept the door; to\\nwhom,\\nAll up the marble stair, tier over tier,\\nWhere added mouths that gaped, and eyes that\\nask d\\nWhat is it? but that oarsman s haggard face,\\nAs hard and still as is the face that men\\nShape to their fancy s eye from broken rocks\\n15 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "226 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nOn some cliff -side, appall d them, and they\\nsaid,\\nHe is enchanted, cannot speak and she,\\nLook how she sleeps the Fairy Queen, so fair?\\nYea, but how pale! what are they? flesh and\\nblood?\\nOr come to take the King to Fairyland?\\nFor some do hold our Arthur cannot die,\\nBut that he passes into Fairyland.\\nWhile thus they babbled of the King, the\\nKing\\nCame girt with knights then turn d the tongue-\\nless man\\nFrom the half-face to the full eye, and rose\\nAnd pointed to the damsel, and the doors.\\nSo Arthur bade the meek Sir Percivale\\nAnd pure Sir Galahad to uplift the maid;\\nAnd reverently they bore her into hall.\\nThen came the fine Gawain and wonder d at\\nher.\\nAnd Lancelot later came and mused at her.\\nAnd last the Queen herself, and pitied her:\\nBut Arthur spied the letter in her hand.\\nStoopt, took, brake seal, and read it this was\\nall:\\nMost noble lord. Sir Lancelot of the Lake,\\nI, sometime call d the maid of Astolat,\\nCome, for you left me taking no farewell,\\nHither, to take my last farewell of you.\\nI loved you, and my love had no return,\\nAnd therefore my true love has been my death.\\nAnd therefore to my Lady Guinevere,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 227\\nAnd to all other ladies, I make moan,\\nPray for my soul, and yield me burial.\\nPray for my soul thou, too, Sir Lancelot,\\nAs thou art a knight peerless.\\nThus he read\\nAnd ever in the reading, lords and dames\\nWept, looking often from his face who read\\nTo hers which lay so silent, and at times.\\nSo touch d were they, half -thinking that her\\nlips,\\nWho had devised the letter, moved again.\\nThen freely spoke Sir Lancelot to them all\\nMy lord liege Arthur, and all ye that hear,\\nKnow that to this most gentle maiden s\\ndeath\\nRight heavy am I for good she was and true.\\nBut loved me with a love beyond all love\\nIn women, whomsoever I have known.\\nYet to be loved makes not to love again\\nNot at my years, however it hold in youth.\\nI swear by truth and knighthood that I gave\\nNo cause, not willingly, for such a love\\nTo this I call my friends in testimony,\\nHer brethren, and her father who himself\\nBesought me to be plain and blunt, and use.\\nTo break her passion, some discourtesy\\nAgainst my nature what I could, I did.\\nI left her and I bade her no farewell\\nTho*, had I dreamt the damsel would have\\ndied,\\nI might have put my wits to some rough use,\\nAnd help d her from herself.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "228 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen said the Queen\\nSea was her wrath, yet working after storm)\\nYe might at least have done her so much\\ngrace,\\nFair lord, as would have help d her from her\\ndeath.\\nHe raised his head, their eyes met and hers fell\\nHe adding,\\nQueen, she would not be content\\nSave that I wedded her, which could not be.\\nThen might she follow me thro che world, she\\nask d;\\nIt could not be. I told her that her love\\nAVas but the flash of youth, would darken down\\nTo rise hereafter in a stiller flame\\nToward one more worthy of her then would I,\\nMore specially were he, she wedded, poor,\\nEstate them with large land and territory\\nIn mine own realm bej^ond the narrow seas.\\nTo keep them in all joyance more than this\\nI could not; this she would not, and she died.\\nHe pausing, Arthur answer d, 0 my knight,\\nIt will be to thy worship, as my knight,\\nAnd mine, as head of all our Table Round,\\nTo see that she be buried worshipfully.\\nSo toward that shrine which then in all the\\nrealm\\nWas richest, Arthur leading, slowly went\\nThe marshall d Order of their Table Round,\\nAnd Lancelot, sad beyond his wont, to see\\nThe maiden buried, not as one unknown,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 229\\nNor meanly, but with gorgeous obsequies,\\nAnd mass, and rolling music, like a queen.\\nAnd when the knights had laid her comely-\\nhead\\nLow in the dust of half-forgotten kings,\\nThen Arthur spake among them, Let her\\ntomb\\nBe costly, and her image thereupon.\\nAnd let the shield of Lancelot at her feet\\nBe carven, and her lily in her hand.\\nAnd let the story of her dolorous voyage\\nFor all true hearts be blazon d on her tomb\\nIn letters gold and azure! which was wrought\\nThereafter; but when now the lords and dames\\nAnd people, from the high door streaming,\\nbrake\\nDisorderly, as homeward each, the Queen,\\nWho mark d Sir Lancelot where he moved\\napart,\\nDrew near, and sigh d in passing, Lancelot,\\nForgive me; mine was jealousy in love.\\nHe answer d with his eyes upon the ground,\\nThat is love s curse; pass on, my Queen,\\nforgiven.\\nBut Arthur, who beheld his cloudy brows.\\nApproach d him, and with full affection said,\\nLancelot, my Lancelot, thou in whom I\\nhave\\nMost joy and most affiance, for I know\\nWhat thou hast been in battle by my side,\\nAnd many a time have watch d thee at the tilt\\nStrike down the lusty and long practiced knight.\\nAnd let the younger and unskill d go by", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "230 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nTo win his honor and to make his name,\\nAnd loved thy courtesies and thee, a man\\nMade to be loved but now I would to God,\\nSeeing the homeless trouble in thine eyes.\\nThou couldst have loved this maiden, shaped,\\nit seems.\\nBy God for thee alone, and from her face.\\nIf one may judge the living by the dead.\\nDelicately pure and marvelously fair.\\nWho might have brought thee, now a lonely\\nman\\nWifeless and heirless, noble issue, sons\\nBorn to the glory of thy name and fame.\\nMy knight, the great Sir Lancelot of the\\nLake.\\nThen answer d Lancelot, Fair she was, my\\nKing,\\nPure, as you ever wish your knights to be.\\nTo doubt her fairness were to want an eye.\\nTo doubt her pureness were to want a heart\\nYea, to be loved, if what is worthy love\\nCould bind him, but free love will not be\\nbound.\\nFree love, so bound, were freest, said the\\nKing.\\nLet love be free; free love is for the best:\\nAnd, after heaven, on our dull side of death,\\nWhat should be best, if not so pure a love\\nClothed in so pure a loveliness? yet thee\\nShe fail d to bind, tho being, as I think.\\nUnbound as yet, and gentle, as I know.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 231\\nAnd Lancelot answer d nothing, but he\\nwent,\\nAnd at the inrunning of a little brook\\nSat by the river in a cove, and watch d\\nThe high reed wave, and lifted up his eyes\\nAnd saw the barge that brought her moving\\ndown.\\nFar-off, a blot upon the stream, and said\\nLow in himself, Ah, simple heart and sweet,\\nYe loved me, damsel, surely with a love\\nFar tenderer than my Queen s. Pray for thy\\nsoul?\\nAy, that will L Farewell too now at last\\nFarewell, fair lily. Jealousy in love?\\nKot rather dead love s harsh heir, jealous\\npride?\\nQueen, if I grant the jealousy as of love,\\nMay not your crescent fear for name and fame\\nSpeak, as it waxes, of a love that wanes?\\nWhy did the King dwell on my name to me?\\nMine own name shames me, seeming a re-\\nproach,\\nLancelot, whom the Lady of the Lake\\nCaught from his mother s arms the wondrous\\none\\nWho passes thro the vision of the night-\\nShe chanted snatches of mysterious hymns\\nHeard on the winding waters, eve and morn\\nShe kiss d me saying, Thou art fair, my child,\\nAs a king s son, and often in her arms\\nShe bare me, pacing on the dusky mere.\\nWould she had drown d me in it, where er it\\nbe!\\nFor what am I? what profits me my name", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "232 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nOf greatest knight? I fought for it, and have\\nit:\\nPleasure to have it, none; to lose it, pain;\\nNow grown a part of me: but what use in it?\\nTo make men worse by making my sin known?\\nOr sin seem less, the sinner seeming great?\\nAlas for Arthur s greatest knight, a man\\nNot after Arthur s heart! I needs must break\\nThese bonds that so defame me: not without\\nShe wills it: would I, if she will d it? nay.\\nWho knows? but if I would not, then may\\nGod,\\nI pray him, send a sudden Angel down\\nTo seize me by the hair and bear me far.\\nAnd fling me deep in that forgotten mere,\\nAmong the tumbled fragments of the hills.\\nSo groan d Sir Lancelot in remorseful pain.\\nNot knowing he should die a holy man.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 233\\nTHE HOLY GRAIL.\\nFrom noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done\\nIn tournament or tilt. Sir Percivale,\\nWhom Arthur and his knighthood call d The\\nPure,\\nHad pass d into the silent life of prayer,\\nPraise, fast, and alms and leaving for the cowl\\nThe helmet in an abbey far away\\nFrom Camelot, there, and not long after, died.\\nAnd one, a fellow-monk among the rest,\\nAmbrosius, loved him much beyond the rest.\\nAnd honour d him, and w*rought into his heart\\nA way by love that waken d love within,\\nTo answer that which came and as they sat\\nBeneath a world-old yew-tree, darkening half\\nThe cloisters, on a gustful April morn\\nThat puff d the swaying branches into smoke\\nAbove them, ere the summer when he died,\\nThe monk Ambrosius question d Percivale:\\n0 brother, I have seen this yew-tree smoke,\\nSpring after spring, for half a hundred years:\\nFor never have I known the world without.\\nNor ever stray d beyond the pale: but thee,\\nWhen first thou camest such a courtesy\\nSpake thro the limbs and in the voice\\nI knew\\n16 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "234 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nFor one of those who eat in Arthur s hall;\\nFor good ye are and bad, and like to coins.\\nSome true, some light, but every one of you\\nStamp d with the image of the King; and now\\nTell me, what drove thee from the Table\\nRound,\\nMy brother? was it earthly passion crost?\\nNay, said the knight; for no such pas-\\nsion mine.\\nBut the sweet vision of the Holy Grail\\nDrove me from all vainglories, rivalries,\\nAnd earthly heats that spring and sparkle out\\nAmong us in the jousts, while women watch\\nWho wins, who falls; and waste the spiritual\\nstrength\\nWithin us, better offer d up to Heaven.\\nTo whom the monk: The Holy Grail!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I\\ntrust\\nWe are green in Heaven s eyes; but here too\\nmuch\\nWe moulder as to things without I mean\\nYet one of your own knights, a guest of ours,\\nTold us of this in our refectory.\\nBut spake with such a sadness and so low\\nWe heard not half of what he said. What is it?\\nThe phantom of a cup that comes and goes?\\nNay, monk! what phantom? answer d\\nPercivale.\\nThe cup, the cup itself, from which our Lord\\nDrank at the last sad supper with his own,\\nThis, from the blessed land of Aromat-:\u00c2\u00bb", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 235\\nAfter the day of darkness, when the dead\\nWent wandering o er Moriah the good saint\\nArimathaean Joseph, journeying brought\\nTo Glastonbury, where the winter thorn\\nBlossoms at Christmas, mindful of our Lord.\\nAnd there awhile it bode and if a man\\nCould touch or see it, he was heal d at once,\\nBy faith, of all his ills. But then the times\\nGrew to such evil that the holy cup\\nWas caught away to Heaven, and disappear d.\\nTo whom the monk: From our old books I\\nknow\\nThat Joseph came of old to Glastonbury,\\nAnd there the heathen Prince, Arviragus,\\nGave him an isle of marsh whereon to build\\nAnd there he built with wattles from the marsh\\nA little lonely church in days of yore,\\nFor so they say, these books of ours, but seem\\nMute of this miracle, far as I have read.\\nBut who first saw the holy thing to-day?\\nA woman, answer d Percivale, a nun.\\nAnd one no further off in blood from me\\nThan sister; and if ever holy maid\\nWith knees of adoration wore the stone,\\nA holy maid; tho never maiden glow d,\\nBut that was in her earlier maidenhood.\\nWith such a fervent flame of human love,\\nWhich being rudely blunted, glanced and shot\\nOnly to holy things to prayer and praise\\nShe gave herself, to fast and alms. And yet.\\nNun as she was, the scandal of the Court,\\nSin against Arthur and the Table Round,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "236 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd the strange sound of an adulterous race,\\nAcross the iron grating of her cell\\nBeat, and she pray d and fasted all the more.\\nAnd he to whom she told her sins, or what\\nHer all but utter whiteness held for sin,\\nA man well-nigh a hundred winters old,\\nSpake often with her of the Holy Grail,\\nA legend handed down thro five or six,\\nAnd each of these a hundred winters old,\\nFrorn our Lord s time. And when King Arthur\\nmade\\nHis Table Round, and all men s hearts became\\nClean for a season, surely he had thought\\nThat now the Holy Grail would come again;\\nBut sin broke out. Ah, Christ, that it would\\ncome.\\nAnd heal the world of all their wickedness!\\nO Father! ask d the maiden, might it come\\nTo me by prayer and fasting? Nay, said he,\\n*I know not, for thy heart is pure as snow.\\nAnd so she pray d and fasted, till the sun\\nShone, and the wind blew, thro her, and I\\nthought\\nShe might have risen and floated when I saw\\nher.\\nFor on a day she sent to speak with me.\\nAnd when she came to speak, behold her eyes\\nBeyond my knowing of them, beautiful,\\nBeyond all knowing of them, wonderful.\\nBeautiful in the light of holiness.\\nAnd O my brother Percivale, she said,\\nSweet brother, I have seen the Holy Grail;", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 237\\nFor, waked at dead of night, I heard a sound\\nAs of a silver horn from o er the hills\\nBlown, and I thought, It is not Arthur s use\\nTo hunt by moonlight: and the slender sound\\nAs from a distance beyond distance grew\\nComing upon me O never harp nor horn,\\nNor aught we blow with breath, or touch with\\nhand.\\nWas like that music as it came and then\\nStream d thro my cell a cold and silver beam,\\nAnd down the long beam stole the Holy Grail,\\nRose-red with beatings in it, as if alive.\\nTill all the white walls of my cell were dyed\\nWith rosy colors, leaping on the wall\\nAnd then the music faded, and the Grail\\nPast, and the beam decay d, and from the walls\\nThe rosy quiverings died into the night.\\nSo now the Holy Thing is here again\\nAmong us, brother, fast thou too and pray.\\nAnd tell thy brother knights to fast and pray,\\nThat so perchance the vision may be seen\\nBy thee and those, and all the world be heal d.\\nThen leaving the pale nun, I spake of this\\nTo all men; and myself fasted and pray d\\nAlways, and many among us many a week\\nFasted and pray d even to the uttermost.\\nExpectant of the wonder that would be.\\nAnd one there was among us, ever moved\\nAmong us in white armor, Galahad,\\n*God make thee good as thou art beautiful,\\nSaid Arthur, when he dubb d him knight; and\\nnone.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "238 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nIn so young youth, was ever made a knight\\nTill Galahad; and this Galahad, when he\\nheard\\nMy sister s vision, fill d me with amaze\\nHis eyes became so like her own, they seem d\\nHers, and himself her brother more than I.\\nSister or brother none had he; but some\\nCall d him a son of Lancelot, and some said\\nBegotten by enchantment chatterers they.\\nLike birds of passage piping up and down.\\nThat gape for flies we know not whence they\\ncome;\\nFor when was Lancelot wanderingly lewd?\\nBut she, the wan sweet maiden, shore\\naway\\nClean from her forehead all that wealth of hair\\nWhich made a silken mat-work for her feet;\\nAnd out of this she plaited broad and long\\nA strong sword-belt, and wove with silver\\nthread\\nAnd crimson in the belt a strange device,\\nA crimson grail within a silver beam\\nAnd saw the bright boy-knight, and bound it\\non him.\\nSaying, *My knight, my love, my knight of\\nheaven,\\nO thou, my love, whose love is one with mine,\\nI, maiden, round thee, maiden, bind my belt.\\nGo forth, for thou shalt see what I have seen,\\nAnd break thro all, till one will crown thee\\nking\\nFar in the spiritual city: and as she spake", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 239\\nShe sent the deathless passion in her eyes\\nThro him, and made him hers, and laid her\\nmind\\nOn him, and he believed in her belief.\\nThen came a year of miracle: O brother,\\nIn our great hall there stood a vacant chair,\\nFashion d by Merlin ere he past away,\\nAnd carven with strange figures; and in and\\nout\\nThe figures, like a serpent, ran a scroll\\nOf letters in a tongue no man could read.\\nAnd Merlin call d it The Siege Perilous,\\nPerilous for good and ill; for there, he said,\\nNo man could sit but he should lose himself:\\nAnd once by misadvertence Merlin sat\\nIn his own chair, and so was lost: but he,\\nGalahad, when he heard of Merlin s doom,\\nCried, If I lose myself, I save myself!\\nThen on a summer night it came to pass,\\nWhile the great banquet lay along the hall.\\nThat Galahad would sit down in Merlin s chair.\\nAnd all at once, as there we sat, we heard\\nA cracking and a riving of the roofs,\\nAnd rending! and a blast, and overhead\\nThunder, and in the thunder was a cry.\\nAnd in the blast there smote along the hall\\nA beam of light seven times more clear than\\nday:\\nAnd down the long beam stole the Holy Grail\\nAll over cover d with a luminous cloud.\\nAnd none might see who bare it, and it past.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "240 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBut every knight beheld his fellow s face\\nAs in a glory, and all the knights arose,\\nAnd staring each at other like dumb men\\nStood, till I found a voice and sware a vow.\\nI sware a vow before them all, that I,\\nBecause I had not seen the Grail, would ride\\nA twelvemonth and a day in quest of it,\\nUntil I found and saw it, as the nun\\nMy sister saw it; and Galahad sware the vow.\\nAnd good Sir Bors, our Lancelot s cousin,\\nsware.\\nAnd Lancelot sware, and many among the\\nknights.\\nAnd Gav/ain sware, and louder than the rest.\\nThen spake the monk Ambrosius, asking\\nhim,\\nWhat said the King? Did Arthur take the\\nvow?\\nNay, for my lord, said Percivale, the\\nKing,\\nWas not in hall for early that same day,\\nScaped thro a cavern from a bandit hold,\\nAn outraged maiden sprang into the hall\\nCrying on help: for all her shining hair\\nWas smear d with earth, and either milky arm\\nRed-rent with hooks of bramble, and all she\\nwore\\nTorn as a sail that leaves the rope is torn\\nIn tempest: so the King arose and went\\nTo smoke the scandalous hive of those wild\\nbees", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 241\\nThat made such honey in his realm. Howbeit\\nSome little of this marvel he too saw\\nReturning o er the plain that then began\\nTo darken under Camelot whence the King\\nLook d up, calling aloud, Lo, there! the roofs\\nOf our great hall are roll d in thunder-smoke!\\nPray Heaven, they be not smitten by the\\nbolt.\\nFor dear to Arthur was that hall of ours,\\nAs having there so oft with all his knights\\nFeasted, and as the stateliest under heaven.\\nO brother, had you known our mighty hall.\\nWhich ^lerlin built for Arthur long ago!\\nFor all the sacred mount of Camelot,\\nAnd all the dim rich city, roof by roof,\\nTov/er after tower, spire beyond spire,\\nBy grove, and garden- lawn, and rushing brook\\nClimbs to the mighty hall that Merlin built.\\nAnd four great zones of sculpture, set betwixt\\nWith many a mystic symbol, gird the hall\\nAnd in the lowest beasts are slaying men.\\nAnd in the second men are slaying beasts.\\nAnd on the third are warriors, perfect men,\\nAnd on the fourth are men with growing\\nwings,\\nAnd over all one statue in the mould\\nOf Arthur, made by Merlin, with a crown.\\nAnd peak d wings pointed to the Northern\\nStar.\\nAnd eastward fronts the statue, and the crown\\nAnd both the wings are made of gold, and\\nflame\\nAt sunrise till the people in far fields,\\n16", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "242 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nWasted so often by the heathen hordes.\\nBehold it, crying, We have still a King.\\nAnd, brother, had you known our hall\\nwithin,\\nBroader and higher than any in all the lands\\nWhere twelve great windows blazon Arthur s\\nwars.\\nAnd all the light that falls upon the board\\nStreams thro the twelve great battles, of our\\nKing.\\nNay, one there is, and at the eastern end,\\nWealthy with wandering lines of mount and\\nmere.\\nWhere Arthur finds the brand Excalibur.\\nAnd also one to the west, and counter to it,\\nAnd blank: and who shall blazon it? when and\\nhow?\\nO there, perchance, when all our wars are\\ndone,\\nThe brand Excalibur will be cast away.\\nSo to this hall full quickly rode the King,\\nIn horror lest the work by Merlin wrought.\\nDreamlike, should on the sudden vanish, wrapt\\nIn unremorseful folds of rolling fire.\\nAnd in he rode, and up I glanced, and saw\\nThe golden dragon sparkling over all\\nAnd many of those who burnt the hold, their\\narms\\nHack d, and their foreheads grimed with smoke,\\nand sear d,\\nFollow d, and in among bright faces, ours,\\nFull of the vision, prest and then the King", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 243\\nSpake to me, being nearest, Percivale,\\n(Because the hall was all in tumult some\\nVowing, and some protesting), what is this?*\\n0 brother, when I told him what had\\nchanced,\\nMy sister s vision, and the rest, his face\\nDarken d, as I have seen it more than once,\\nWhen some brave deed seem d to be done in\\nvain.\\nDarken; and Woe is me, my knights, he cried\\nHad I been here, ye had not sworn the vow.\\nBold was mine answer, Had thyself been here,\\nMy King, thou wouldst have sworn. Yea,\\nyea, said he,\\n*Art thou so bold and hast not seen the Grail?\\nNay, lord, I heard the sound, I saw the\\nlight.\\nBut since I did not see the Holy Thing,\\nI sware a vow to follow it till I saw.\\nThen when he ask d us, knight by knight,\\nif any\\nHad seen it, all their answers were as one:\\nNay, lord, and therefore have we sworn our\\nvows.\\nLo now, said Arthur, have ye seen a\\ncloud\\nWhat go ye into the wilderness to see?\\nThen Galahad on the sudden, and in a voice\\nShrilling along the hall to Arthur, call d,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "244 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBut I, Sir Arthur, saw the Holy Grail,\\nI saw the Holy Grail, and heard a cry\\nO Galahad, and O Galahad, follow me.\\nAh, Galahad, Galahad, said the King-,\\nfor such\\nAs thou art is the vision, not for these.\\nThy holy nun and thou have seen a sign-\\nHolier is none, my Percivale, than she\\nA sign to maim this Order which I made.\\nBut ye, that follow but the leader s bell\\n(Brother, the King was hard upon his knights)\\nTaliessin is our fullest throat of song.\\nAnd one hath sung and all the dumb will sing-.\\nLancelot is Lancelot, and hath overborne\\nFive knights at once, and every younger\\nknight,\\nUnproven, holds himself as Lancelot,\\nTill overborne by one, he learns and ye,\\nWhat are ye? Galahads? no, nor Percivales*\\n(For thus it pleased the King to range me close\\nAfter Sir Galahad); nay, said he, but men.\\nWith strength and will to right the wrong d^\\nof power\\nTo lay the sudden heads of violence flat,\\nKnights that in twelve great battles splash d\\nand dyed\\nThe strong White Horse in his own heathen\\nblood\\nBut one hath seen, and all the blind will see.\\nGo, since your vows are sacred, being made\\nYet for ye know the cries of all my realm\\nPass thro this hall how often, O my knights.\\nYour places being vacant at my side.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 245\\nThis chance of noble deeds will come and go\\nUnchallenged, while ye follow wandering fires\\nLost in the quagmire! Man)^ of you, yea most,\\nReturn no more ye think I show myself\\nToo dark a prophet: come now, let us meet\\nThe morrow morn once more in one full field\\nOf gracious pastime, that once more the King,\\nBefore ye leave him for this Quest, may count\\nThe yet-unbroken strength of all his knights,\\nRejoicing in that Order which he made.\\nSo when the sun broke next from under\\nground,\\nAll the great table of our Arthur closed\\nAnd clash d in such a tourney and so full,\\nSo many lances broken never yet\\nHad Camelot seen the like, since Arthur came;\\nAnd I myself and Galahad, for a strength\\nl/Vas in us from the vision, overthrew\\nSo many knights that all the people cried.\\nAnd almost burst the barriers in their heat,\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Shouting, Sir Galahad and Sir Percivale!\\nBut when the next day brake from under\\nground\\nO brother, had you known our Camelot,\\nBuilt by old kings, age after age, so old\\nThe King himself had fears that it would fall,\\nSo strange, and rich, and dim for where the\\nroofs\\nTotter d toward each other in the sky,\\nMet foreheads all along the street of those\\nWho watch d us pass; and lower, and where\\nthe long", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "246 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nRich galleries, lady-laden, weigh d the necks\\nOf dragons clinging to the crazy walls.\\nThicker than drops from thunder, showers of\\nflowers\\nFell as we past and men and boys astride\\nOn wyvern, lion, dragon, griffin, swan.\\nAt all the corners, named us each by name.\\nCalling God speed! but in the ways below\\nThe knights and ladies wept, and rich and poor\\nWept, and the King himself could hardly speak\\nFor grief, and all in middle street the Queen,\\nWho rode by Lancelot, wail d and shriek d\\naloud,\\nThis madness has come on us for our sins.\\nSo to the Gate of the three Queens we came,\\nWhere Arthur s wars are render d mystically,\\nAnd thence departed every one his way.\\n**And I was lifted up in heart, and thought\\nOf all my late-shown prowess in the lists.\\nHow my strong lance had beaten down the\\nknights.\\nSo many aad famous names; and never yet\\nHad heaven appeared so blue, nor earth so\\ngreen.\\nFor all my blood danced in me, and I knew\\nThat I should light upon the Holy Grail.\\nThereafter, the dark warning of our King\\nThat most of us would follow wandering fires^\\nCame like a driving gloom across my mind.\\nThen every evil word I had spoken once.\\nAnd every evil thought I had thought of old^\\nAnd every evil deed I ever did.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 247\\nAwoke and cried, This Quest is not for thee/\\nAnd lifting up mine eyes, I found myself\\nAlone, and in a land of sand and thorns.\\nAnd I was thirsty even unto death;\\nAnd I, too, cried, This Quest is not for thee.\\nAnd on I rode, and when I thought my\\nthirst\\nWould slay me, saw deep lawns, and then a\\nbrook,\\nWith one sharp rapid, where the crisping white\\nPlay d ever back upon the sloping wave,\\nAnd took both ear and eye; and o er the\\nbrook\\nWere apple-trees, and apples by the brook\\nFallen, and on the lawns. I will rest here,\\nI said, I am not worthy of the Quest;*\\nBut even while I drank the brook, and ate\\nThe goodly apples, all these things at once\\nFell into dust, and I was left alone,\\nAnd thirsting, in a land of sand and thorns.\\nAnd then behold a woman at a door\\nSpinning; and fair the house whereby she sat,\\nAnd kind the woman s eyes and innocent,\\nAnd all her bearing gracious; and she rose\\nOpening her arms to meet me, as who should\\nsay,\\nRest here; but when I touch d her, lo! she,\\ntoo,\\nFell into dust and nothing, and the house\\nBecame no better than a broken shed,\\nAnd in it a dead babe and also this\\nFell into dust, and I was left alone.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "248 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd on I rode and greater was my thirst.\\nThen flash d a yellow gleam across the world,\\nAnd where it smote the plowshare in the field,\\nThe plowman left his plowing, and fell down\\nBefore it; where it glitter d on her pail,\\nThe milkmaid left her milking, and fell down\\nBefore it, and I knew not why, but thought\\n*The sun is rising, tho the sun had risen.\\nThen was I ware of one that on me moved\\nIn golden armor with a crown of gold\\nAbout a casque all jewels; and his horse\\nIn golden armor jewell d everywhere\\nAnd on the splendor came, flashing me blind\\nAnd seem d to me the Lord of all the world,\\nBeing so huge. But when I thought he meant\\nTo crush me, moving on me, lo! he, too\\nOpen d his arms to embrace me as he came,\\nAnd up I went and touch d him, and he, too,\\nFell into dust, and I was left alone\\nAnd wearying in a land of sand and thorns.\\nAnd I rode on and found a mighty hill,\\nAnd on the top, a city wall d: the spires\\nPrick d with incredible pinnacles into heaven.\\nAnd by the gateway stirr d a crowd; and these\\nCried to me climbing, Welcome, Percivale!\\nThou mightiest and thou purest among men!\\nAnd glad was I and clomb, but found at top\\nNo man, nor any voice. And thence I past\\nFar thro a ruinous city, and I saw\\nThat man had once dwelt there; but there I\\nfound\\nOnly one man of an exceeding age.\\nWhere is that goody company, said I,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 249\\nThat so cried out upon me? and he had\\nScarce any voice to answer, and yet gasp d,\\nWhence and what art thou?* and even as he\\nspoke\\nFell into dust, and disappear d, and I\\nWas left alone once more, and cried in grief,\\nLo, if I find the Holy Grail itself\\nAnd touch it, it will crumble into dust.\\nAnd thence I dropt into a lowly vale,\\nLow as the hill was high, and where the vale\\nWas lowest, found a chapel, and thereby\\nA holy hermit in a hermitage.\\nTo whom I told my phantoms, and he said\\nO son, thou hast not true humility.\\nThe highest virtue, mother of them all;\\nFor when the Lord of all things made Himself\\nNaked of glory for His mortal change,\\nTake thou my robe, she said, for all is\\nthine,\\nAnd all her form shone forth with sudden light\\nSo that the angels were amazed, and she\\nFollow d Him down, and like a flying star\\nLed on the gray-hair d wisdom of the east;\\nBut her thou hast not known: for what is\\nthis\\nThou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins?\\nThou hast not lost thyself to save thyself\\nAs Galahad. When the hermit made an end.\\nIn silver armor suddenly Galahad shone\\nBefore us, and against the chapel door\\nLaid lance; and enter d, and we knelt in\\nprayer.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "250 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd there the hermit slack d my burning\\nthirst,\\nAnd at the sacring of the mass I saw\\nThe holy elements alone but he,\\nSaw ye no more? I, Galahad, saw the Grail,\\nThe Holy Grail, descend upon the shrine;\\nI saw the fiery face as of a child\\nThat smote itself into the bread, and went;\\nAnd hither am I come and never yet\\nHath what thy sister taught me first to see,\\nThis Holy Thing, fail d from my side, nor\\ncome\\nCover d, but moving with me night and day,\\nFainter by day, but always in the night\\nBlood-red, and sliding down the blacken d\\nmarsh\\nElood-red, and on the naked mountain top\\nBlood-red, and in th\u00c2\u00ab sleeping mere below\\nBlood-red. And in the strength of this I rode,\\nShattering all evil customs everywhere,\\nAnd past thro Pagan realms, and made them\\nmine,\\nAnd clash d with Pagan hordes, and bore them\\ndown,\\nAnd broke thro all, and in the strength of\\nthis\\nCome victor. But my time is hard at hand,\\nAnd hence I go; and one will crown me king\\nFar in the spiritual city and come thou, too,\\nFor thou shalt see the vision when I go.\\nWhile thus he spake, his eye, dwelling on\\nmine.\\nDrew me, with power upon me, till I grew", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 251\\nOne with him, to believe as he believed.\\nThen, when the day began to wane, we went.\\nThere rose a hill that none but man could\\nclimb,\\nScarr d with a hundred wintry water-courses\\nStorm at the top, and when we gain d it,\\nstorm\\nRound us and death for every moment glanced\\nHis silver arms and gloom d so quick and thick\\nThe lightnings here and there to left and right\\nStruck, till the dry old trunks about us, dead,\\nYea, rotten with a hundred years of death.\\nSprang into fire and at the base we found\\nOn either hand, as far as eye could see,\\nA great black swamp and of an evil smell.\\nPart black, part whiten d with the bones of\\nmen,\\nNot to be crost, save that some ancient king\\nHad built a way, where, link d with many a\\nbridge,\\nA thousand piers ran into the great Sea.\\nAnd Galahad fled along them bridge by bridge,\\nAnd every bridge as quickly as he crost\\nSprang into fire and vanish d, tho I yearn d\\nTo follow and thrice above him all the heavens\\nOpen d and blaz d with thunder such as seem d\\nShoutings of all the sons of God and first\\nAt once I saw him far on the great Sea,\\nIn silver-shining armor starry-clear;\\nAnd o er his head the Holy Vessel hung\\nClothed in white samite or a luminous cloud.\\nAnd with exceeding swiftness ran the boat,\\nIf boat it were I saw not whence it came.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "252 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd when the heavens open d and blazed again\\nRoaring, I saw him like a silver star\\nAnd had he set the sail, or had the boat\\nBecome a living creature clad with wings?\\nAnd o er his head the Holy Vessel hung\\nRedder than any rose, a joy to me.\\nFor now I knew the veil had been withdrawn.\\nThen in a moment when they blazed again\\nOpening, I saw the least of little stars\\nDown on the waste, and straight beyond the\\nstar\\nI saw the spiritual city and all her spires\\nAnd gateways in a glor}^ like one pearl\\nNo larger, tho the goal of all the saints\\nStrike from the sea; and from the star there\\nshot\\nA rose-red sparkle to the city, and there\\nDwelt, and I knew it was the Holy Grail,\\nWhich never eyes on earth again shall see.\\nThen fell the floods of heaven drowning the\\ndeep.\\nAnd how my feet recrost the deathful ridge\\nNo memory in me lives; but that I touch d\\nThe chapel-doors at dawn I know; and thence\\nTaking my war-horse from the holy man,\\nGlad that no phantom vext me more, return d\\nTo whence I came, the gate of Arthur s wars.\\nO brother, ask d Ambrosius, for in\\nsooth\\nThese ancient books and they would win thee\\nteem,\\nOnly I find not there this Holy Grail,\\nWith miracles and marvels like to these.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 253\\nNot all unlike; which oftentime I read,\\nWho read but on my breviary with ease,\\nTill my head swims; and then go forth and\\npass\\nDown to the little thorpe that lies so close,\\nAnd almost plaster d like a martin s nest\\nTo these ola walls and mingle with our folk\\nAnd knowing every honest face of theirs\\nAs well as ever shepherd knew his sheep,\\nAnd every homely secret in their hearts.\\nDelight myself with gossip and old wives,\\nAnd ills and aches, and teethings, lyings-in,\\nAnd mirthful sayings, children of the place,\\nThat have no meaning half a league away:\\nOr lulling random squabbles when they rise,\\nChafferings and chatterings at the market-\\ncross,\\nRejoice, small man, in this small world of mine,\\nYea, even in their hens and in their eggs\\nO brother, saving this Sir Galahad,\\nCame ye on none but phantoms in your quest.\\nNo man, no woman?\\nThen Sir Percivale:\\nA11 men, to one so bound by such a vow,\\nAnd women were as phantoms. O, my brother.\\nWhy wilt thou shame me to confess to thee\\nHow far I falter d from my quest and vow?\\nFor after I had lain so many nights,\\nA bedmate of the snail and eft and snake.\\nIn grass and burdock, I was changed to wan\\nAnd meagre, and the vision had not come\\nAnd then I chanced upon a goodly town\\nWith one great dwelling in the middle of it", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "254 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThither I made, and there was I disarm d\\nBy maidens each as fair as any flower:\\nBut when they led me into hall, behold,\\nThe Princess of that castle was the one,\\nBrother, and that one only, \\\\vho had ever\\nMade my heart leap for when I moved of old\\nA slender page about her father s hall.\\nAnd she a slender maiden, all my heart\\nWent after her with longing: yet we twain\\nHad never kiss d a kiss, or vow d a vow.\\nAnd now I came upon her once again,\\nAnd one had wedded her, and he was dead,\\nAnd all his land and wealth and state were\\nhers.\\nAnd while I tarried, every day she set\\nA banquet richer than the day before\\nBy me for all her longing and her will\\nWas toward me as of old; till one fair morn,\\nI walking to and fro beside a stream.\\nThat flash d across her orchard underneath\\nHer castle-walls, she stole upon my walk,\\nAnd calling me the greatest of all knights,\\nEmbraced me, and so kiss d me the first time,\\nAnd gave herself and all her wealth to me.\\nThen I remember d Arthur s warning word,\\nThat most of us would follow wandering fires.\\nAnd the Quest faded in my heart. Anon,\\nThe heads of all her people drew to me,\\nWith supplication both of knees and tongue:\\nWe have heard of thee: thou art our greatest\\nknight,\\nOur Lady says it, and we well believe:\\nWed thou our Lady, and rule over us.\\nAnd thou shalt be as Arthur in our land.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KL\\\\G. 255\\nO me, my brother but one night my vow\\nBurnt me within, so that I rose and fled.\\nBut wail d and wept, and hated mine own self^\\nAnd ev n the Holy Quest, and all but her;\\nThen after I was join d with Galahad\\nCared not for her, nor anything upon earth.\\nThen said the monk, Poor men, when yule\\nis cold,\\nMust be content to sit by little fires.\\nAnd this am I, so that 3^e care for me\\nEver so little yea, and blest be Heaven\\nThat brought thee here to this poor house of\\nours\\nWhere all the brethren are so hard, to warm\\nMy cold heart with a friend: butO the pity\\nTo find thine own first love once m^ore to hold.\\nHold her a wealthy bride within thine arms,\\nOr all but hold, and then cast her aside.\\nForegoing all her sweetness, like a weed.\\nFor we that want the warmth of double life,\\nWe that are plagued with dreams of something\\nsweet\\nBeyond all sweetness in a life so rich,\\nAh, blessed Lord, I speak too earthly wise,\\nSeeing I never stray d beyond the cell.\\nBut live like an old badger in his earth.\\nWith earth about him everywhere, despite\\nAll fast and penance. Saw ye none beside,\\nNone of your knights?\\nYea so, said Percivale:\\nOne night my pathway swerving east, I saw\\nThe pelican on the casque of our Sir Bors", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "256 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAll in the middle of the rising moon:\\nAnd toward him spurr d, and hail d him, and\\nhe me,\\nAnd each made joy of either; then he ask d,\\nWhere is he? hast thou seen him Lancelot?\\nOnce,\\n^Said good Sir Bors, he dash d across me\\nmad,\\nAnd maddening what he rode: and when I\\ncried,\\nRidest thou then so hotly on a quest\\nSo holy, Lancelot shouted, Stay me not!\\nI have been the sluggard, and I ride apace,\\nFor now there is a lion in the way.\\nSo vanish d.\\nThen Sir Bors had ridden on\\nSoftly, and sorrowing for our Lancelot,\\nBecause his former madness, once the talk\\nAnd scandal of our table, had return d;\\nFor Lancelot s kith and kin so worship him\\nThat ill to him is ill to them to Bors\\nBeyond the rest: he well had been content\\nNot to have seen, so Lancelot might have seen,\\nThe Holy Cup of healing; and, indeed.\\nBeing so clouded with his grief and love,\\nSmall heart was his after the Holy Quest\\nIf God would send the vision, well if not,\\nThe Quest and he were in the hands of\\nHeaven.\\nAnd then, with small adventure met, Sir\\nBors\\nRode to the lonest tract of all the realm.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 257\\nAnd found a people there among their crags,\\nOur race and biood, a remnant that were left\\nPaynim amid their circles, and the stones\\nThey pitch up straight to heaven: and their\\nwise men\\nWere strong in that old magic which can trace\\nThe wandering of the stars, and scoff d at him\\nAnd this high Quest as at a simple thing:\\nTold him he follow d almost Arthur s words\\nA mocking fire: what other fire than he.\\nWhereby the blood beats, and the blossom\\nblows.\\nAnd the sea rolls, and all the world is warm d?\\nAnd when his answer chafed them, the rough\\ncrowd,\\nHearing he had a difference with their priests,\\nSeized him, and bound and plunged him into\\na cell\\nOf great piled stones; and lying bounden\\nthere\\nIn darkness thro innumerable hours\\nHe heard the hollow-ringing heaven sweep\\nOver him till by miracle what else?\\nHeavy as it was, a great stone slipt and fell,\\nSuch as no wind could move; and thro the\\ngap\\nGlimmer d the steaming scud; then came a\\nnight\\nStill as the day was loud; and thro the gap\\nThe seven clear stars of Arthur s Table\\nRound\\nFor, brother, so one night, because they roll\\nThro such a round in heaven, we named the\\nstars,\\n17 Idyll3", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "258 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nRejoicing in ourselves and in our King\\nAnd these, like bright eyes of familiar friends^\\nIn on him shone: And then to me, to me,\\nSaid good Sir Bors, beyond all hopes of mine.\\nWho scarce have pray d or ask d it for m}^-\\nself\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAcross the seven clear stars O grace to me\\nIn color like the fingers of a hand\\nBefore a burning taper, the sweet Grail\\nGlided and past, and close upon it peal d\\nA sharp quick thunder. Afterwards, a maid.\\nWho kept our holy faith among her kin\\nIn secret, entering, loosed and let him go.\\nTo whom the monk: And I remember\\nnow\\nThat pelican on the casque Sir Bors it was\\nWho spake so low and sadly at our board;\\nAnd mighty reverent at our grace was he:\\nA square-set man and honest and his eyes,\\nAn out-door sign of all the warmth within.\\nSmiled with his lips a smile beneath a cloud.\\nBut heaven had meant it for a sunny one\\nAy, ay. Sir Bors, who else? But when ye\\nreach d\\nThe city, found ye all your knights return d,\\nOr was there sooth in Arthur s prophecy.\\nTell me, and what said each, and what the\\nKing?\\nThen answer d Percivale: And that can I,\\nBrother, and truly since the living words\\nOf so great men as Lancelot and our King\\nPass not from door to door and out again,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 259\\nBut sit within the house. O, when we reach d\\nThe city, our horses stumbling as they trode\\nOn heaps of ruin, hornless unicorns,\\nCrack d basilisks, and splinter d cockatrices.\\nAnd shatter d talbots, which had left the stones\\nRaw, that they fell from, brought us to the\\nhall.\\nAnd there sat Arthur on the dais- throne,\\nAnd those that had gone out upon the Quest,\\nWasted and worn, and but a tithe of them,\\nAnd those that had not, stood before the King,\\nWho, when he saw me, rose, and bade me hail,\\nSaying, A welfare in thine eye reproves\\nOur fear of some disastrous chance for thee\\nOn hill, or plain, at sea, or flooding ford.\\nSo fierce a gale made havoc here of late\\nAmong the strange devices of our kings;\\nYea, shook this newer, stronger hall of ours,\\nAnd from the statue Merlin moulded for us\\nHalf-wrench d a golden wing; but now the\\nQuest,\\nThis vision hast thou seen the Holy Cup,\\nThat Joseph brought of old to Glastonbury?\\nSo when I told him all thyself hast heard,\\nAmbrosius, and my fresh but fixt resolve\\nTo pass away into the quiet life,\\nHe answer d not, but, sharply turning, ask d\\nOf Gawain, Gawain, was this Quest for thee?\\nNay, lord, said Gawain, not for such as I.\\nTherefore I communed with a saintly man.\\nWho made me sure the Quest was not for me", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "260 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nFor I was much awearied of the Quest:\\nBut found a silk pavilion in a field,\\nAnd merry maidens in it and then this gale\\nTore my pavilion from the tenting-pin,\\nAnd blew my merry maidens all about\\nWith all discomfort yea, and but for this,\\nMy twelvemonth and a day were pleasant to\\nme.\\nHe ceased; and Arthur turn d to whom at\\nfirst\\nHe saw not, for Sir Bors, on entering-, push d\\nAthwart the throng to Lancelot, caught his\\nhand.\\nHeld it, and there, half-hidden by him, stood,\\nUntil the King espied him, saying to him,\\nHail, Bors if ever loyal man and true\\nCould see it thou hast seen the Grail; and\\nBors\\n*Ask me not, for I may not speak of it:\\nI saw it; and the tears were in his eyes.\\nThen there remain d but Lancelot, for the\\nrest\\nSpake but of sundry perils in the storm\\nPerhaps, like him of Cana in Holy Writ,\\nOur Arthur kept his best until the last\\n*Thou, too, my Lancelot, ask d the King, *my\\nfriend.\\nOur mightiest, hath this Quest avail d for thee?\\nOur mightiest! answer d Lancelot, with\\na groan", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 261\\nO King! and when he paused, methought I\\nspied\\nA dying fire of madness in his eyes\\nO King, my friend, if friend of thine I be,\\nHappier are those that welter in their sin.\\nSwine in the mud, that cannot see for slime,\\nSlime of the ditch but in me lived a sin\\nSo strange, of such a kind, that all of pure.\\nNoble, and knightly in me tw4ned and clung\\nRound that one sin, until the wholesome flower\\nAnd poisonous grew together, each as each,\\nNot to be pluck d asunder; and when thy\\nknights\\nSware, I sware with them only in the hope\\nThat could I touch or see the Holy Grail\\nThey might be pluck d asunder. Then I spake\\nTo one most holy saint, who wept and said,\\nThat save they could be pluck d asunder, all\\nMy quest were but in vain; to whom I vow d\\nThat I would work according as he will d.\\nAnd forth I went, and while I yearn d and\\nstrove\\nTo tear the twain asunder in my heart,\\nMy madness came upon me as of old.\\nAnd whipt me into waste fields far away;\\nThere was I beaten down by little men.\\nMean knights, to whom the moving of my sword\\nAnd shadow of my spear had been enow\\nTo scare them from me once and then I came\\nAll in my folly to the naked shore.\\nWide flats, where nothing but coarse grasses\\ngrew\\nBut such a blast, my King, began to blow,\\nSo loud a blast along the shore and sea,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "262 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nYe could not hear the waters for the blast,\\nTho heapt in mounds and ridges all the sea\\nDrove like a cataract, and all the sand\\nSwept like a river, and the clouded heavens\\nWere shaken with the motion and the sound.\\nAnd blackening in the sea-foam sway d a boat\\nHalf-swallow d in it, anchor d with a chain;\\nAnd in my madness to myself I said\\nI will embark and I will lose myself.\\nAnd in the great sea wash away m)^ sin.\\nI burst the chain, I sprang into the boat.\\nSeven days I drove along the dreary deep.\\nAnd with me drove the moon and all the stars;\\nAnd the wind fell, and on the seventh night\\nI heard the shingle grinding in the surge.\\nAnd felt the boat shock earth, and looking up,\\nBehold, the enchanted towers of Carbonek,\\nA castle like a rock upon a rock.\\nWith chasm-like portals open to the sea,\\nAnd steps that met the breaker! there was\\nnone\\nStood near it but a lion on each side\\nThat kept the entry, and the moon was full.\\nThen from the boat I leapt, and up the stairs.\\nThere drew my sword. With sudden-flaring\\nmanes\\nThose two great beasts rose upright like a\\nman.\\nEach gript a shoulder, and I stood between\\nAnd, when I would have smitten them, heard\\na voice,\\nDoubt not, go forward; if thou doubt, the\\nbeasts\\nWill tear thee piecemeal. Then with violence", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 263\\nThe sword was dash d from out my hand, and\\nfell.\\nAnd up into the sounding hall I past;\\nBut nothing- in the sounding hall I past\\nBut nothing in the sounding hall I saw,\\nNo bench nor table, painting on the wall\\nOr shield of knight only the rounded moon\\nThro the tall oriel on the rolling sea.\\nBut always in the quiet house I heard,\\nClear as a lark, high o er me as a lark,\\nA sweet voice singing in the topmost tower\\nTo the eastward, up I climb d a thousand steps\\nWith pain; as in a dream I seem d to climb\\nFor ever: at the last I reach d a door,\\nA light was in the crannies, and I heard,\\nGlory and joy and honor to our Lord\\nAnd to the Holy Vessel of the Grail.\\nThen in my madness I essay d the door;\\nIt gave and thro a stormy glare, a heat\\nAs from a seventimes-heated furnace, I,\\nBlasted and burnt, and blinded as I was.\\nWith such a fierceness that I swoon d away\\nO, yet methought I saw the Holy Grail,\\nAll pall d in crimson samite, and around\\nGreat angels, awful shapes, and wings and eyes.\\nAnd but for all my madness and my sin,\\nAnd then my swooning, I had sworn I saw\\nThat which I saw; but what I saw was veil d\\nAnd cover d; and this Quest was not for me.\\nSo speaking, and here ceasing, Lancelot left\\nThe hall long silent, till Sir Gawain nay,\\nBrother, I need not tell thee foolish words,\\nA reckless and irreverent knight was he.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "264 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nNow bolden d by the silence of his King,\\nWell, I will tell thee: O King, my liege, he\\nsaid,\\n*Hath Gawain fail d in any quest of thine?\\nWhen have I stinted stroke in foughten field?\\nBut as for thine, my good friend Percivale,\\nThy holy nun and thou have driven men mad,\\nYea, made our mightiest madder than our least.\\nBut by mine eyes and by mine ears I swear,\\nI will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat,\\nAnd thrice as blind as any noonday owl,\\nTo holy virgins in their ecstasies,\\nHenceforward.\\nDeafer, said the blameless King,\\n*Gawain, and blinder unto holy things\\nHope not to make thyself by idle vows.\\nBeing too blind to have desire to see.\\nBut if indeed there cam.e a sign from heaven.\\nBlessed are Bors, Lancelot and Percivale,\\nFor these have seen according to their sight.\\nFor every fiery prophet in old times,\\nAnd all the sacred madness of the bard,\\nWhen God made music thro them, could but\\nspeak\\nHis music by the framework and the chord;\\nAnd as ye saw it ye have spoken truth.\\nNay but thou errest, Lancelot: never yet\\nCould all of true and noble in knight and man\\nTwine round one sin, whatever it might be,\\nWith such a closeness, but apart there grew,\\nSave that he were the swine thou spakest of,\\nSome root of knighthood and pure nobleness;\\nWhereto see thou, that it may bear its flower.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 265\\nAnd Spake I not too truly, O my knights?\\nWas I too dark a prophet when I said\\nTo those who went upon the Holy Quest,\\nThat most of them would follow wandering\\nfires,\\nLost in the quagmire? lost to me and gone,\\nAnd left me gazing at a barren board.\\nAnd a lean Order scarce return d a tithe\\nAnd out of those to whom the vision came\\nMy greatest hardly will believe he saw\\nAnother hath beheld it afar off,\\nAnd leaving human wTongs to right them-\\nselves.\\nCares but to pass into the silent life.\\nAnd one hath had the vision face to face.\\nAnd now his chair desires him here in vain,\\nHowever they may crown him otherwhere.\\nAnd some among you held, that if the King\\nHad seen the sight he would have sworn the\\nvow:\\nNot easily, seeing that the King must guard\\nThat which he rules, and is but as the hind\\nTo whom a space of land is given to plow.\\nWho may not wander from the allotted field\\nBefore his work be done but, being done,\\nLet visions of the night or of the day\\nCome, as they will; and many a time they\\ncome.\\nUntil this earth he walks on seems not earth,\\nThis light that strikes his eyeball is not light,\\nThis air that smites his forehead is not air\\nBut vision yea, his very hand and foot\\nIn moments when he feels he cannot die.\\n13 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "266 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd knows himself no vision to himself,\\nNor the high God a vision, nor that One\\nWho rose again: ye have seen what ye have\\nseen.\\nSo spake the King: I knew not all he\\nmeant.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 267\\nPELLEAS AND ETTARRE.\\nKing Arthur made new knights to fill the gap\\nLeft by the Holy Quest and as he sat\\nIn hall at old Caerleon, the high doors\\nWere softly sunder d, and thro these a youth,\\nPelleas, and the sweet smell of the fields\\nPast, and the sunshine came along with him.\\nMake me thy knight, because I know, Sir\\nKing,\\nAll that belongs to knighthood, and I love.\\nSuch was his cry for having heard the King\\nHad let proclaim a tournament the prize\\nA golden circlet and a knightly sword,\\nFull fain had Pelleas for his lady won\\nThe golden circlet, for himself the sword\\nAnd there were those who knew him near the\\nKing,\\nAnd promised for him and Arthur made him\\nknight.\\nAnd this new knight, Sir Pelleas of the isles\\nBut lately come to his inheritance.\\nAnd lord of many a barren isle was he\\nRiding at noon, a day or twain before,\\nAcross the forest call d of Dean, to find\\nCaerleon and the King, had felt the sun\\nBeat like a strong knight on his helm, and\\nreel d", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "268 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAlmost to falling from his horse; but saw\\nNear him a mound of even-sloping side,\\nWhereon a hundred stately beeches grew,\\nAnd here and there great hollies under them\\nBut for a mile all round was open space.\\nAnd fern and heath and slowly Pelleas drew\\nTo that dim day, then binding his good horse\\nTo a tree, cast himself down; and as he lay\\nAt random looking over the brown earth\\nThro that green-glooming twilight of the\\ngrove,\\nIt seem d to Pelleas that the fern without\\nBurnt as a living fire of emeralds.\\nSo that his eyes were dazzled looking at it.\\nThen o er it crost tlie dimness of a cloud\\nFloating, and once the shadow of a bird\\nFlying, and then a fawn; and his eyes closed.\\nAnd since he loved all maidens, but no maid\\nIn special, half- awake he whisper d, Where?\\nO where? I love thee, tho I know thee not.\\nFor fair thou are and pure as Guinevere,\\nAnd I will make thee with my spear and sword\\nAs famous O my Queen, my Guinevere,\\nFor I will be thine Arthur when we meet\\nSuddenly waken d with a sound of talk\\nAnd laughter at the limit of the wood,\\nAnd glancing thro the hoary boles, he saw.\\nStrange as to some old prophet might have\\nseem d\\nA vision hovering on a sea of fire.\\nDamsels in divers colors like the cloud\\nOf sunset and sunrise, and all of them\\nOn horses, and the horses richly trapt", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 269\\nBreast-high in that bright line of bracken stood\\nAnd all the damsels talk d confusedly,\\nAnd one was pointing this way, and one that\\nBecause the way was lost.\\nAnd Pelleas rose.\\nAnd loosed his horse, and led him to the light.\\nThere she that seem d the chief among them\\nsaid,\\nIn happy time behold our pilot-star!\\nYouth, we are damsels-errant, and we ride,\\nArm d as ye see, to tilt against the knights\\nThere at Caerleon, but have lost our way:\\nTo right? to left? straight forward? back again?\\nWhich? tell us quickly.\\nAnd Pelleas gazing thought^\\nIs Guinevere herself so beautiful?\\nFor large her violet eyes look d, and her bloom.\\nA rosy dawn kindled in stainless heavens,\\nAnd round her limbs, mature in womanhood;\\nAnd slender was her hand and small her shape;\\nAnd but for those large eyes, the haunts of\\nscorn.\\nShe might have seem d a toy to trifle with,\\nAnd pass and care no more. But while he gazed\\nThe beauty of her flesh abash d the boy,\\nAs tho it were the beauty of her soul:\\nFor as the base man, judging of the good.\\nPuts his own baseness in him by default\\nOf will and nature, so did Pelleas lend\\nAll the young beauty of his own soul to hers.\\nBelieving her; and when she spake to him,\\nStammer d, and could not make her a reply.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "270 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nFor out of the waste islands had he come,\\nWhere saving his own sisters he had known\\nScarce any but the women of his isles,\\nRough wives, that laugh d and scream d against\\nthe gulls,\\nMakers of nets, and living from the sea.\\nThen with a slow smile turn d the lady round\\nAnd look d upon her people; and as when\\nA stone is flung into some sleeping tarn,\\nThe circle widens till it lip the marge.\\nSpread the slow smile thro all her company.\\nThree knights were there among; and they too\\nsmiled,\\nScorning him for the lady was Ettarre,\\nAnd she was a great lady in her land.\\nAgain she said, O wild and of the woods,\\nKnowest thou not the fashion of our speech?\\nOr have the Heavens but given thee a fair face,\\nLacking a tongue?\\nO damsel, answer d he,\\nI woke from dreams; and coming out of\\ngloom\\nWas dazzled by the sudden light, and crave\\nPardon: but will ye to Caerleon? I\\nGo likewise: shall I lead you to the King?\\nLead then, she said; and thro the woods\\nthey went.\\nAnd while they rode, the meaning in his eyes,\\nHis tenderness of manner, and chaste awe,\\nHis broken utterances and bashfulness,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 271\\nWere all a burthen to her, and in her heart\\nShe mutter d, 1 have lighted on a fool,\\nRaw, yet so stale! But since her mind was\\nbent\\nOn hearing after trumpet blown, her name\\nAnd title, Queen of Beauty, in the lists\\nCried and beholding him so strong, she\\nthought\\nThat peradventure he will fight for me,\\nAnd win the circlet: therefore flatter d him.\\nBeing so gracious, that he wellnigh deem d\\nHis wish by hers was echo d; and her knights\\nAnd all her damsels too were gracious to him,\\nFor she was a great lady.\\nAnd when they reach d\\nCaerleon, ere they past to lodging, she,\\nTaking his hand, O the strong hand, she\\nsaid,\\nSee! look at mine! but wilt thou fight for me,\\nAnd win me this fine circlet, Pelleas,\\nThat I may love thee?\\nThen his helpless heart\\nLeapt, and he cried, Ay, wilt thou if I win?\\nAy, that will I, she answer d, and she\\nlaugh d.\\nAnd straitly nipt the hand, and flung it from\\nher;\\nThen glanced askew at those three knights of\\nhers.\\nTill all her ladies laugh d along with her.\\n0 happy world, thought Pelleas, all,\\nmeseems,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "272 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAre happy; I the happiest of them all.\\nNor slept that night for pleasure in his blood,\\nAnd green wood-ways, and eyes among the\\nleaves;\\nThen being on the morrow knighted, sware\\nTo love one only. And as he came away,\\nThe men who met him rounded on their heels\\nAnd wonder d after him, because his face\\nShone like the countenance of a priest of old\\nAgainst the flame about a sacrifice\\nKindled by fire from heaven so glad was he.\\nThen Arthur made vast banquets, and\\nstrange knights\\nFrom the four winds came in and each one\\nsat,\\nThe served with choice from air, land, stream,\\nand sea.\\nOft in mid-banquet measuring with his eyes\\nHis neighbor s make and might: and Pelleas\\nlook d\\nNoble among the noble, for he dream d\\nHis lady loved him, and he knew himself\\nLoved of the King: and him his new-made\\nknight\\nWorshipt, whose lightest whisper moved him\\nmore\\nThan all the ranged reasons of the world.\\nThen blush d and brake the morning of the\\njousts.\\nAnd this was call d The Tournament of\\nYouth:\\nFor Arthur, loving his 3^oung knight, withheld\\nHis older and his mightier from the lists,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 273\\nThat Pelleas might obtain his lady s love,\\nAccording to her promise, and remain\\nLord of the tourney. And Arthur had the\\njousts\\nDown in the fiat field by the shore of Usk\\nHolden; the gilded parapets were crown d\\nWith faces, and the great tower fill d with eyes\\nUp to the summit, and the trumpets blew.\\nThere all day long Sir Pelleas kept the field\\nWith honor; so by that strong hand of his\\nThe sword and golden circlet were achieved.\\nThen rang the shout his lad}^ loved the heat\\nOf pride and glory fired her face; her eye\\nSparkled; she caught the circlet from his\\nlance.\\nAnd there before the people crown d herself:\\nSo for the last time she was gracious to him.\\nThen at Caerleon for a space her look\\nBright for all ochers, cloudier on her knight\\nLinger d Ettarre: and seeing Pelleas droop,\\nSaid Guinevere, We marvel at thee much,\\nO damsel, wearing this unsunny face\\nTo him who won thee glory! And she said,\\nHad ye not held your Lancelot in your bower.\\nMy Queen, he had not won. Whereat the\\nQueen,\\nAs one whose foot is bitten by an ant,\\nGlanced down upon her, turn d and went her\\nway.\\nBut after, when her damsels, and herself,\\nAnd those three knights all set their faces\\nhome,\\n38", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "274 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nSir Pelleas follow d. She that saw him cried,\\nDamsels and yet I should be shamed to say-\\nit\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI cannot bide Sir Baby. Keep him back\\nAmong yourselves. Would rather that we had\\nSome rough old knight who knew the worldly\\nway,\\nAlbeit grizzlier than a bear, to ride\\nAnd jest with take him to you, keep him off,\\nAnd pamper him with papmeat, if ye will,\\nOld milky fables of the wolf and sheep.\\nSuch as the wholesome mothers tell their boys.\\nNay, should ye try him with a merry one\\nTo find his mettle, good and if he fly us,\\nSmall matter? let him. This her damsels\\nheard\\nAnd mindful of her small and cruel hand.\\nThey, closing round him thro the journey\\nhome,\\nActed her hest, and always from her side\\nRestrain d him with all manner of device,\\nSo that he could not come to speech with her.\\nAnd when she gain d her castle, upsprang the\\nbridge,\\nDown rang the grate of iron thro the groove.\\nAnd he was left alone in open field.\\nThese be the ways of ladies, Pelleas\\nthought,\\nTo those who love them, trials of our faith.\\nYea, let her prove me to the uttermost.\\nFor loyal to the uttermost am I.\\nSo made his moan; and, darkness falling,\\nsought", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 275\\nA priory not far off, there lodged, but rose\\nWith morning every day, and, moist or dry,\\nFull-arm d upon his charger all day long\\nSat by the walls, and no one open d to him.\\nAnd this persistence turn d her scorn to\\nwrath,\\nThen calling her three knights, she charged\\nthem, Out!\\nAnd drive him from the walls. And out they\\ncame.\\nBut Pelleas overthrew them as they dash d\\nAgainst him one by one; and these return d.\\nBut still he kept his watch beneath the wall.\\nThereon her wrath became a hate and once,\\nA week beyond, while walking on the walls\\nWith her three knights, she pointed downward,\\nLook,\\nHe haunts me I cannot breathe besieges\\nme;\\nDown! strike him! put my hate into your\\nstrokes,\\nAnd drive him from my walls. And down\\nthey went.\\nAnd Pelleas overthrew them one by one\\nAnd from the tower above him cried Ettarre,\\nBind him, and bring him in.\\nHe heard her voice\\nThen let the strong hand, which had over-\\nthrown\\nHer minion- knights, by those he overthrew", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "276 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBe bounden straight, and so they brought him\\nin.\\nThen when he came before Ettarre, the sight\\nOf her rich beauty made him at one glance\\nMore bondsman in his heart than in his bonds.\\nYet with good cheer he spake, Behold me,\\nLady,\\nA prisoner, and the vassal of thy will;\\nAnd if thou keep me in thy donjon here,\\nContent am I so that I see thy face\\nBut once a day for I have sworn my vows.\\nAnd thou hast given thy promise, and I know\\nThat all these pains are trials of my faith.\\nAnd that thyself, when thou hast seen me\\nstrain d\\nAnd sifted to the utmost, wilt at length\\nYield me thy love and know me for thy\\nknight.\\nThen she began to rail so bitterly.\\nWith all her damsels, he was stricken mute\\nBut when she mock d his vows and the great\\nKing,\\nLighted on words: For pity of thine own self.\\nPeace, Lady, peace: is her not thine and\\nmine?\\nThou fool, she said, **I never heard his voice\\nBut long d to break away. Unbind him now,\\nAnd thrust him out of doors for save he be\\nFool to the midmost marrow of his bones.\\nHe will return no more. And those, her\\nthree,\\nLaugh d, and unbound, and thrust him from\\nthe gate.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 277\\nAnd after this, a week beyond, again\\nShe call d them, saying, There he watches\\nyet,\\nThere like a dog before his master s door!\\nKick d, he returns: do ye not hate him, ye?\\nYe know yourselves: how can ye bide at peace,\\nAffronted with his fulsome innocence?\\nAre ye but creatures of the board and bed,\\nNo men to strike? Fall on him all at once,\\nAnd if ye slay him I reck not if ye fail.\\nGive ye the slave mine order to be bound,\\nBind him as heretofore, and bring him in\\nIt may be ye shall slay him in his bonds.\\nShe spake; and at her will they couch d\\ntheir spears,\\nThree against one and Gawain passing by,\\nBound upon solitary adventure, saw\\nLow down beneath the shadow of those towers\\nA villainy, three to one: and thro his heart\\nThe fire of honor and all noble deeds\\nFlash d, and he call d, I strike upon thy side\\nThe caitiffs! Nay, said Pelleas, but for-\\nbear;\\nHe needs no aid who doth his lady s wilL\\nSo Gawain, looking at the villainy done,\\nForbore, but in his heat and eagerness\\nTrembled and quiver d, as the dog, withheld\\nA moment from the vermin that he sees\\nBefore him, shivers, ere he springs and kills.\\nAnd Pelleas, overthrew them, one to three;\\nAnd they rose up, and bound, and brought him\\nin.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "278 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen first her anger, leaving Pelleas, burn d\\nFull on her knights in many an evil name\\nOf craven, weakling, and thrice-beaten hound\\nYet, take him, ye that scarce are fit to touch,\\nFar less to bind, your victor, and thrust him\\nout,\\nAnd let who will release him from his bonds.\\nAnd if he comes again there she brake\\nshort\\nAnd Pelleas answer d, Lady, for, indeed,\\nI loved you and I deem d you beautiful,\\nI cannot brook to see your beauty marr d\\nThro evil spite: and if ye love me not,\\nI cannot bear to dream you so forsworn\\nI had liefer ye were worthy of my love.\\nThan to be loved again of you farewell\\nAnd tho ye kill my hope, not yet my love.\\nVex not yourself: ye will not see me more.\\nWhile thus he spake, she gazed upon the maa\\nOf princely bearing, tho in bonds, and\\nthought,\\nWhy have I push d him from me? this man\\nloves\\nIf love there be: yet him I loved not. Why?\\nI deem d him fool? yea, so? or that in him\\nA something was it nobler than myself\\nSeem d my reproach? He is not of my kind.\\nHe could not love me, did he know me well.\\nNay, let him go and quickly. And her\\nknights\\nLaugh d not, but thrust him bounden out of\\ndoor.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 279\\nForth sprang Gawain, and loosed him from\\nhis bonds,\\nAnd flung them o er the walls; and afterward.\\nShaking his hands, as from a lazar s rag,\\nFaith of my body, he said, and art thou\\nnot\\nYea thou art he, whom late our Arthur made\\nKnight of his table yea and he that won\\nThe circlet? wherefore hast thou so defamed\\nThy brotherhood in me and all the rest.\\nAs let these caitiffs on thee work their will?\\nAnd Pelleas answer d, O, their wills are hers\\nFor whom I won the circlet and mine, hers.\\nThus to be bounden, so to see her face,\\nMarr d though it be with spite and mockery\\nnow.\\nOther than when I found her in the woods\\nAnd tho she hath me bounden but in spite,\\nAnd all to flout me, when they bring me in.\\nLet me be bounden, I shall see her face\\nElse must I die thro mine unhappiness.\\nAnd Gawain answer d kindly, tho in scorn,\\nWhy, let my lady bind me if she will,\\nAnd let my lady beat me if she will\\nBut an she send her delegate to thrall\\nThese fighting hands of mine Christ kill me\\nthen\\nBut I will slice him handless by the wrist,\\nAnd let my lady sear the stump for him.\\nHowl as he may. But hold me for your friend\\nCome, ye know nothing: here I pledge my\\ntroth,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "280 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nYea, by the honor of the Table Round,\\nI will be leal to thee and work thy work,\\nAnd tame thy jailing princess to thine hand.\\nLend me thine horse and arms, and I will say\\nThat I have slain thee. She will let me in\\nTo hear the manner of thy fight and fall\\nThen, when I come within her counsels, then\\nFrom prime to vespers will I chant thy\\npraise\\nAs prowest knight and truest lover, more\\nThan any have sung thee living, till she long\\nTo have thee back in lusty life again,\\nNot to be bound, save by white bonds and\\nwarm\\nDearer than freedom. Wherefore now thy\\nhorse\\nAnd armor: let me go: be comforted:\\nGive me three days to melt her fancy, and hope\\nThe third night hence will bring thee news of\\ngold.\\nThen Pelleas lent his horse and all his arms,\\nSaving the goodly sword, his prize, and took\\nGawain s, and said, Betray me not, but help\\nArt thou not he who men call light-of-love?\\nAy, said Gawain, for women be so\\nlight.\\nThen bounded forward to the castle walls\\nAnd raised a bugle hanging from his neck.\\nAnd winded it, and that so musically\\nThat all the old echoes hidden in the wall\\nRang out like hollow woods at hunting-tide.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "Behold me, lady, a prisoner. Page\\nIdylls of thu Kiu;^.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 281\\nUp ran a score of damsels to the tower\\nAvaunt, they cried, our lady loves thee\\nnot.\\nBut Gawain lifting up his vizor said,\\nGawain am I, Gawain of Arthur s court.\\nAnd I have slain this Pelleas whom ye hate:\\nBehold his horse and armour. Open gates,\\nAnd I will make you merry.\\nAnd down they ran.\\nHer damsels, crying to their lady, Lo!\\nPelleas is dead he told us he that hath\\nHis horse and armour: will ye let him in?\\nHe slew him Gawain, Gawain of the court.\\nSir Gav/ain there he waits below the wall.\\nBlowing his bugle as who should say him\\nnay.\\nAnd so, leave given, straight on thro open\\ndoor\\nRode Gawain, whom she greeted courteously.\\nDead, is it so? she ask d. Ay, ay, said\\nhe,\\nAnd oft in dying cried upon 37 our name.\\nPity on him, she answer d, a good knight.\\nBut never let me bide one hour at peace.\\nAy, thought Gawain, and you be fair\\nenow\\nBut I to your dead man have given my troth.\\nThat whom ye loathe, him will I make you\\nlove.\\nSo those three days, aimless about the land.\\nLost in a doubt, Pelleas wandering", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "282 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nWaited, until the third night brought a moon\\nWith promise of large light on woods and\\nways.\\nHot was the night and silent but a sound\\nOf Gawain ever coming, and this lay\\nWhich Pelleas had heard sung before the\\nQueen,\\nAnd seen her sadden listening vext his heart,\\nAnd marr d his rest A worm within the\\nrose.\\nA rose, but one, none other rose had I,\\nA rose, one rose, and this was wonderous fair,\\nOne rose, a rose that gladden d earth and sky,\\nOne rose, my rose, that sweenten d all mine\\nair\\nI cared not for the thorns; the thorns were\\nthere.\\nOne rose, a rose to gather by and by,\\nOne rose, a rose, to gather and to wear.\\nNo rose but one what other rose had I?\\nOne rose, my rose a rose that will not die,\\nHe dies who loves it, if the worm be there.^\\nThis tender rhyme, and evermore the doubt,\\nWhy lingers Gawain with his golden news?*\\nSo shook him that he could not rest, but rode\\nEre midnight to her walls, and bound his horse\\nHard by the gates. Wide open were the gates.\\nAnd no watch kept; and in thro these he past.\\nAnd heard but his own steps, and his own\\nheart", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 283\\nBeating, for nothing moved but his own self,\\nAnd his own shadow. Then he crost the court,\\nAnd spied not any light in hall or bower.\\nBut saw the postern portal also wide\\nYawning and up a slope of garden, all\\nOf roses white and red, and brambles mixt\\nAnd overgrowing them, went on, and found.\\nHere too, all hush d below the mellow moon.\\nSave that one rivulet from a tiny cave\\nCame lightening downward, and so spilt itself\\nAmong the roses, and was lost again.\\nThen was he ware of three pavilions rear d\\nAbove the bushes, gilden-peakt: in one,\\nRed after revel, domed her lurdane knights\\nSlumbering, and their three squires across\\ntheir feet:\\nIn one, their malice on the placid lip\\nFroz n by sweet sleep, four of her damsels lay:\\nAnd in the third, the circlet of the jousts\\nBound on her brow, were Gawain and Ettarre.\\nBack, as a hand that pushes thro the leaf\\nTo find a nest and feels a snake, he drew:\\nBack, as a coward slinks from what he fears\\nTo cope with, or a traitor proven, or hound\\nBeaten, did Pelleas in an utter shame\\nCreep with his shadow thro the court again.\\nFingering at his sword-handle until he stood\\nThere on the castle-bridge once more, and\\nthought,\\nI will go back, and slay them where they lie.\\nAnd so went back, and seeing them yet in\\nsleep", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "284 IDYLLS OF THE KL\\\\G.\\nSaid, *Ye, that so dishallow the holy sleep,\\nYour sleep is death, and drew the sword, and\\nthought,\\nWhat! slay a sleeping knight? the King hath\\nbound\\nAnd sworn me to this brotherhood; again.\\nAlas that ever a knight should be so false,\\nThen turn d, and so return d, and groaning laid\\nThe naked sword athwart their naked throats.\\nThere left it, and them sleeping; and she lay,\\nThe circlet of the tourney round her brows.\\nAnd the sword of the tourney across her throat.\\nAnd forth he past, and mounting on his\\nhorse\\nStared at her towers that, larger than them-\\nselves\\nIn their own darkness, throng d into the moon.\\nThen crush d the saddle v/ith his thighs,\\nclench d\\nHis hands, and m^addeu d with himself and\\nmoaned.\\nWould they have risen against me in their\\nblood\\nAt the last day? I might have answer d them\\nEven before high God. O towers so strong,\\nHuge, solid, would that even while I gaze\\nThe crack of earthquake shivering to your\\nbase\\nSplit you, and hell burst up your harlot roofs\\nBellowing, and charr d you thro and thro\\nwithin.\\nBlack as the harlot s heart hollow as a skull!", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 285\\nLet the fierce east scream thro your eyelet-\\nholes,\\nAnd whirl the dust of harlots round and round\\nIn dung- and nettles! hiss, snake I saw him\\nthere\\nLet the fox bark, let the wolf yell. Who yells\\nHere in the still sweet summer night, but I\\nI, the poor Pelleas whom she call d her fool?\\nFool, beast he, she, or I? myself most fool!\\nBeast too, as lacking human wit disgraced.\\nDishonour d all for trial of true love\\nLove? we be all alike: only the King\\nHath made us fools and liars. O noble vows\\ngreat and sane and simple race of brutes\\nThat own no lust because they have no law\\nFor why should I have loved her to my shame?\\n1 loathe her, as I loved her to my shame.\\nI never loved her, I but lusted for her\\nAway\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHe dash d the rowel into his horse\\nAnd bounded forth and vanish d thro the night.\\nThen she, that felt the cold touch on her\\nthroat,\\nAwakening knew the sword, and turn d herself\\nTo Gawain: Liar, for thou hast not slain\\nThis Pelleas here he stood, and might have\\nslain\\nMe and thyself. And he that tells the tale\\nSays that her ever- veering fancy turn d\\nTo Pelleas, as the one true knight on earth.\\nAnd only lover; and thro her love her life\\nWasted and pined, desiring him in vain.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "286 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBut he by wild and way, for half the night,\\nAnd over head and soft, striking the sod\\nFrom out the soft, the spark from off the hard.\\nRode till the star above the wakening snn,\\nBeside that tower where Percivale was cowl d.\\nGlanced from the rosy forehead of the dawn.\\nFor so the words were flash d into his heart\\nHe knew not whence or wherefore: 0 sweet\\nstar,\\nPure on the virgin forehead of the dawn!*\\nAnd there he would have wept, but felt his eyes\\nHarder and drier than a fountain bed\\nIn summer: thither came the village girls\\nAnd linger d talking, and they come no more\\nTill the sweet heavens have fill d it from the\\nheights\\nAgain with living waters in the change\\nOf seasons: hard his eyes; harder his heart\\nSeem d; but so weary were his limbs, that he,\\nGasping, Of Arthur s hall am I, but here,\\nHere let me rest and die, cast himself down.\\nAnd gulf d his griefs in inmost sleep; so lay,\\nTill shaken by a dream, that Gawain fired\\nThe hall of Merlin, and the morning star\\nReel d in the smoke, brake into flame, and fell.\\nHe woke, and being ware of some one nigh.\\nSent hands upon him, as to tear him, crying,\\nFalse! and I held thee pure as Guinevere.\\nBut Percivale stood near him and replied,\\nAm I but false as Guinevere is pure?\\nOr art thou mazed with dreams? or being one\\nOf our free-spoken Table hast not heard", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 287\\nThat Lancelot there he check d himself and\\npaused.\\nThen fared it with Sir Pelleas as with one\\nWho gets a wound in battle, and the sword\\nThat made it plunges thro the wound again.\\nAnd pricks it deeper: and he shrank and wail d,\\nIs the Queen false? and Percivale was mute.\\nHave any of our Round Table held their\\nvows?\\nAnd Percivale made answer not a word.\\nIs the King true? The King! said Per-\\ncivale.\\nWhy then let men couple at once with wolves.\\nWhat! art thou mad?\\nBut Pelleas, leaping up,\\nRan thro the doors and vaulted on his horse\\nAnd fled: small pity upon his horse had he,\\nOr on himself, or any, and when he met\\nA cripple, one that held a hand for alms\\nHunch d as he was, and like an old dwarf-\\nelm\\nThat turns its back on the salt blast, the boy\\nPaused not, but overrode him, shouting, False,\\nAnd false with Gawain and so left him bruised\\nAnd batter d, and fled on, and hill and wood\\nWent ever streaming by him till the gloom.\\nThat follows on the turning of the world.\\nDarken d the common path: he twitch d the\\nreins,\\nAnd made his beast that better knew it, swerve\\nNow off it and now on but when he saw\\nHigh up in heaven the hall that Merlin built.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "288 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBlackening against the dead-green stripes of\\neven,\\nBlack nest of rats, he groan d, ye build too\\nhigh.\\nNot long thereafter from the city gates\\nIssued Sir Lancelot riding airily,\\nWarm with a gracious parting from the Queen,\\nPeace at his heart, and gazing at a star\\nAnd marvelling what it was on whom the boy\\nAcross the silent seeded mellow-grass\\nBorne, clash d: and Lancelot, saying, What\\nname hast thou\\nThat ridest here so blindly and so hard?\\nI have no name, he shouted, a scourge\\nam I,\\nTo lash the treasons of the Table Round.\\nYea, but thy name I have many names,\\nhe cried:\\nI am wrath and shame and hate and evil fame,\\nAnd like a poisonous wind I pass to blast\\nAnd blaze the crime of Lancelot and the\\nQueen.\\nFirst over me, said Lancelot, shalt thou\\npass.\\nFight, therefore, yell d the other, and either\\nknight\\nDrew back a space, and when they closed, at\\nonce\\nThe weary steed of Pelleas floundering flung\\nHis rider, who call d out from the dark field,\\nThou art false as Hell: slay me: I have no\\nsword.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 289\\nThen Lancelot, Yea, between thy lips\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and\\nsharp\\nBat here will I disedge it by thy death.\\nSlay then, he shriek d, my will is to be\\nslain.\\nAnd Lancelot, with his heel upon the fall n,\\nRolling his eyes, a moment stood, then spake;\\nRise, weakling; I am Lancelot; say thy\\nsay.\\nAnd Lancelot slowly rode his warhorse back\\nTo Camelot, and Sir Pelleas in brief while\\nCaught his unbroken limbs from the dark field,\\nAnd follow d to the city. It chanced that both\\nBrake into hall together, worn and pale.\\nThere with her knights and dames was Guine-\\nvere.\\nFull wonderingly she gazed on Lancelot\\nSo soon return d, and then on Pelleas, him\\nWho had not greeted her, but cast himself\\nDown on a bench, hard breathing. Have ye\\nfought?\\nShe ask d of Lancelot. Ay, my Queen, he\\nsaid.\\n**And thou hast overthrown him? Ay, my\\nQueen.\\nThen she, turning to Pelleas, O young knight.\\nHath the great heart of knighthood in thee\\nfail d\\nSo far thou canst not bide, unfrowardly,\\nA fall from him? Then, for he answer d\\nnot,\\nOr hast thou other griefs? If I, the Queen,\\n19 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "290 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nMay help them, loose thy tongue, and let me\\nknow.\\nBut Pelleas lifted up an eye so fierce\\nShequail d; and he, hissing I have no sword,\\nSprang from the door into the dark. The Queen\\nLook d hard upon her lover, he on her;\\nAnd each foresaw the dolorous day to be\\nAnd all talk died, as in a grove all song\\nBeneath the shadow of some bird of prey;\\nThen a long silence came upon the hall.\\nAnd Modred thought, The time is hard at\\nhand.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 291\\nTHE LAST TOURNAMENT.\\nDagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood\\nHad made mock-knight of Arthur s Table\\nRound,\\nAt Camelot, high above the yellowing woods,\\nDanced like a wither d leaf before the hall.\\nAnd toward him from the hall, with harp in\\nhand.\\nAnd from the crown thereof a carcanet\\nOf ruby swaying to and fro, the prize\\nOf Tristram in the jousts of yesterday.\\nCame Tristram, saying, Why skip ye so, Sir\\nFool?\\nFor Arthur and Sir Lancelot riding once\\nFar down beneath a winding wall of rock\\nHeard a child wail. A stump of oak half-dead.\\nFrom roots like some black coil of carven\\nsnakes,\\nClutch d at the crag, and started thro mid air\\nBearing an eagle s nest: and thro the tree\\nRush d ever a rainy wind, and thro the wind\\nPierced ever a child s cry: and crag and tree\\nScaling, Sir Lancelot from the perilous nest,\\nThis ruby necklace thrice around her neck.\\nAnd all unscarr d from beak or talon, brought\\nA maiden babe which Arthur pitying took.\\nThen gave it to his Queen to rear: the Queen", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "292 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBut coldly acquiescing, in her white arms\\nReceived, and after loved it tenderly,\\nAnd named it Nestling so forgot herself\\nA moment, and her cares; till that young life\\nBeing smitten in mid-heaven with mortal cold\\nPast from her; and in time the carcanet\\nVext her with plaintive memories of the child:\\nSo she, delivering it to Arthur, said,\\nTake thou the jewels of this dead innocence.\\nAnd make them, as thou wilt, a tourney-prize.\\nTo whom the King, Peace to thine eagle-\\nborne\\nDead nestling, and this honor after death,\\nFollowing thy will! but, O my Queen, I muse\\nWhy ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone\\nThose diamonds that I rescued from the tarn\\nAnd Lancelot won, methought, for thee to\\nwear.\\nWould rather you had let them fall, she\\ncried,\\nPlunge and be lost ill-fated as they were,\\nA bitterness to me ye look amazed,\\nNot knowing they were lost as soon as given\\nSlid from my hands, when I was leaning out\\nAbove the river that unhappy child\\nPast in her barge but rosier luck will go\\nWith these rich jewels, seeing that they came\\nNot from the skeleton of a brother-slayer.\\nBut the sweet body of a maiden babe.\\nPerchance who knows? the purest of thy\\nknights\\nMay win them for the purest of my maids.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 293\\nShe ended, and the cry of a great joust\\nWith trumpet-blowings ran. on all the ways\\nFrom Camelot in among the faded fields\\nTo furthest towers; and everywhere the\\nknights\\nArm d for a day of glory before the King.\\nBut on the hither side of that loud morn\\nInto the hall stagger d, his visage ribb d\\nFrom ear to ear with dogwhip-weals, his nose\\nBridge-broken, one eye out, and one hand off,\\nAnd one with shatter d fingers dangling lame,\\nA churl, to whom indignantly the King,\\n*My churl, for whom Christ died, what evil\\nbeast\\nHath drawn his claws athwart thy face? or\\nfiend?\\nMan was it who marr d heaven s image in thee\\nthus?\\nThen, sputtering thro the hedge of splinter d\\nteeth.\\nYet strangers to the tongue, and with blunt\\nstump\\nPitch-blacken d sawing the air, said the maim d\\nchurl,\\nHe took them and he drave them to his\\ntower\\nSome hold he was a table-knight of thine\\nA hundred goodly ones the Red Knight, he\\nLord, I was tending swine, and the Red Knight\\nBrake in upon me and drave them to his tower", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "294 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd when I call d upon thy name as one\\nThat doest right by gentle and by churl,\\nMaim d me and maul d, and would outright\\nhave slain,\\nSave that he sware me to a message, saying,\\n*Tell thou the King and all his liars, that I\\nHave founded my Round Table in the North,\\nAnd whatsoever his own knights have sworn\\nMy knights have sworn the counter to it and\\nsay\\nMy tower is full of harlots, like his court.\\nBut mine are worthier, seeing they profess\\nTo be none other than themselves and say\\nMy knights are all adulterers like his own.\\nBut mine are truer, seeing they profess\\nTo be none other; and say his hour is come,\\nThe heathen are upon him, his long lance\\nBroken, and his Excalibur a straw.\\nThen Arthur turn d to Kay, the seneschal,\\nTake thou my churl, and tend him curiously\\nLike a king s heir, till all his hurts be\\nwhole.\\nThe heathen but that ever-climbing wave,\\nHurl d back again so often in empty foam,\\nHath lain for years at rest and renegades.\\nThieves, bandits, leavings of confusion, whom\\nThe wholesome realm is purged of otherwhere,\\nFriends, thro your manhood and your fealty,\\nnow\\nMake their last head like Satan in the North.\\nMy 3^ounger knights, new-made, in whom your\\nflower\\nWaits to be solid fruit of golden deeds,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 295\\nMove with me toward their quelling, which\\nachieved,\\nThe loneliest ways are safe from shore to shore.\\nBut thou, Sir Lancelot, sitting in my place\\nEnchair d to-morrow, arbitrate the field;\\nFor wherefore shouldst thou care to mingle\\nwith it,\\nOnly to yield my Queen her own again?\\nSpeak, Lancelot, thou art silent: is it well?\\nThereto Sir Lancelot answer d, It is well:\\nYet better if the King abide, and leave\\nThe leading of his younger knights to me.\\nElse, for the King has will d it, it is well.\\nThen Arthur rose and Lancelot follow d him.\\nAnd while they stood without the doors, the\\nKing\\nTurn d to him, saying, Is it then so well?\\nOr mine the blame that oft I seem as he\\nOf whom was written, A sound is in his ears\\nThe foot that loiters, bidden go, the glance\\nThat only seems half -loyal to command.\\nA manner somewhat fall n from reverence\\nOr have I dream d the bearing of our knights\\nTells of a manhood ever less and lower?\\nOr whence the fear lest this my realm, up-\\nrear d.\\nBy noble deeds at one with noble vows,\\nFrom flat confusion and brute violences.\\nReel back into the beast, and be no more?\\nHe spoke, and taking all his younger knights,.\\nDown the slope city rode, and sharply turn d", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "296 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nNorth by the gate. In her high bower the\\nQueen,\\nWorking a tapestry, lifted up her head,\\nWatch d her lord pass, and knew not that she\\nsigh d.\\nThen ran across her memory the strange rhyme\\nOf b3^gone Merlin, Where is he who knows?\\nFrom the great deep to the great deep he goes.\\nBut when the morning of a tournament.\\nBy these in earnest those in mockery call d\\nThe Tournament of the Dead Innocence,\\nBrake with a wet wind blowing, Lancelot,\\nRound whose sick head all night, like birds of\\nprey.\\nThe words of Arthur flying shriek d, arose,\\nAnd down a streetway hung with folds of pure\\nWhite samite, and by fountains running wine,\\nWhere children sat in white with cups of gold,\\nMoved to the lists, and there, with slow sad\\nsteps\\nAscending, fill d his double-dragon d chair.\\nHe glanced and saw the stately galleries.\\nDame, damsel, each thro worship of their\\nQueen\\nWhite-robed in honor of the stainless child,\\nAnd some with scatter d jewels, like a bank\\nOf maiden snow mingled with sparks of fire.\\nHe look d but once, and vail d his eyes again.\\nThe sudden trumpet sounded as in a dream\\nTo ears but half-awaked, then one low roll\\nOf Autumn thunder, and the jousts began", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 297\\nAnd ever the wind blew, and yellowing leaf\\nAnd gloom and gleam, and shower and shorn\\nplume\\nWent down it. Sighing weariedly, as one\\nWho sits and gazes on a faded fire,\\nWhen all the goodlier guests are past away,\\nSat their great umpire, looking o er the lists.\\nHe saw the laws that ruled the tournam.ent\\nBroken, but spake not; once, a knight cast\\ndown\\nBefore his throne of arbitration cursed\\nThe dead babe and the follies of the King;\\nAnd once the laces of a helmet crack d,\\nAnd show d him, like a vermin in its hole,\\nModred, a narrow face anon he heard\\nThe voice that billow d round the barriers roar\\nAn ocean- sounding welcome to one knight,\\nBut newly-enter d, taller than the rest,\\nAnd armor d all in forest green, whereon\\nThere tript a hundred tiny silver deer.\\nAnd wearing but a holly-spray for crest,\\nWith ever-scattering berries, and on shield\\nA spear, a harp, a bugle Tristram late\\nFrom overseas in Brittany return d.\\nAnd marriage with a princess of that realm,\\nIsolt the White Sir Tristram of the Woods\\nWhom Lancelot knew, had held sometime\\nwith pain\\nHis own against him, and now yearn d to shake\\nThe burthen off his heart in one full shock\\nWith Tristram ev n to death: his strong hands\\ngript\\nAnd dinted the gilt dragons right and left,\\nUntil he groan d for wrath so many of those,\\n20 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "298 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThat ware their ladies colors on the casque,\\nDrew from before Sir Tristram to the bounds,\\nAnd there with gibes and flickering mockeries\\nStood, while he mutter d, Craven crests! O\\nshame!\\nWhat faith have these in whom they sware to\\nlove?\\nThe glory of our Round Table is no more.\\nSo Tristram won, and Lancelot gave, the\\ngems,\\nNot speaking other word than Hast thou\\nwon?\\nArt thou the purest, brother? See, the,hand\\nWherewith thou takest this, is red! to whom\\nTristram, half plagued by Lancelot s languor-\\nous mood,\\nMade answer, Ay, but wherefore toss me this\\nLike a dry bone cast to some hungry hound?\\nLet be thy fair Queen s fantasy. Strength of\\nheart\\nAnd might of limb, but mainly use and skill,\\nAre winners in this pastime of our King.\\nMy hand belike the lance hath dript upon it\\nNo blood of mine, I trow but O chief knight,\\nRight arm of Arthur in the battlefield.\\nGreat brother, thou nor I have made the\\nworld\\nBe happy in thy fair Queen as I in mine.\\nAnd Tristram round the gallery made his\\nhorse\\nCaracole; then bowed his homage, bluntly\\nsaying,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 299\\nFair damsels, each to him who worships each\\nSole Queen of Beauty and of love, behold\\nThis day my Queen of Beauty is not here.\\nAnd most of these were mute, some anger d,\\none\\nMurmuring, All courtesy is dead, and one\\nThe glory of our Round Table is no more.\\nThen fell thick rain, plume droopt and man-\\ntle clung\\nAnd pettish cries awoke, and the wan day\\nWent glooming down in wet and weariness:\\nBut under her black brows a swarthy one\\nLaugh d shrilly, crying, Praise the patient\\nsaints,\\nOur one white day of Innocence hath past,\\nTho somewhat draggled at the skirt. So-\\nbe it.\\nThe snowdrop only, flowering thro the year.\\nWould make the world as blank as Winter-tide.\\nCome let us gladden their sad eyes, our\\nQueen s\\nAnd Lancelot s, at this night s solemnity\\nWith all the kindlier colors of the field.\\nSo dame and damsel glitter d at the feast\\nVariously gay for he that tells the tale\\nLiken d them, saying, as when an hour of cold\\nFalls on the mountain in midsummer snows.\\nAnd all the purple slopes of mountain flowers\\nPass under white, till the warm hour returns\\nWith veer of wind, and all are flowers again\\nSo dame and damsel cast the simple white,\\nAnd glowing in all colors, the live grass,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "300 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nRose-campion, bluebell, kingcup, poppy,\\nglanced\\nAbout the revels, and with mirth so loud\\nBeyond all use, that, half- amazed, the Queen,\\nAnd wroth at Tristram and the lawless jousts.\\nBrake up their sports, then slowly to her bower\\nParted, and in her bosom pain was lord.\\nAnd little Dagonet on the morrow morn.\\nHigh over all the yellowing Autumn- tide.\\nDanced like a wither d leaf before the hall.\\nThen Tristram saying, Why skip ye so, Sir\\nFool.?\\nWheel d round on either heel, Dagonet replied,\\nBelike for lack of wiser company\\nOr being fool, and seeing too much wit\\nMakes the world rotten, why, belike I skip\\nTo know myself the wisest knight of all.\\nAy, fool, said Tristram, but tis eating dry\\nTo dance without a catch, a roundelay\\nTo dance to. Then he twangled on his harp.\\nAnd while he twangled little Dagonet stood\\nQuiet as any water-sodden log\\nStay d in the wandering warble of a brook;\\nBut when the twangling ended, skipt again;\\nAnd being ask d, Why skipt ye not, Sir Fool?\\nMade answer, I had liefer twenty years\\nSkip to the broken music of my brains\\nThan any broken music thou canst make.\\nThen Tristram, waiting for the quip to come,\\nGood now, what music have I broken, fool?\\nAnd little Dagonet, skipping, Arthur, the\\nKing s;\\nFor when thou playest that air with Queen Isolt,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 301\\nThou makest broken music with thy bride,\\nHer daintier namesake down in Brittany\\nAnd so thou breakest Arthur s music too.\\nSave for that broken music in thy brains,\\nSir Fool, said Tristram, I would break thy\\nhead.\\nFool, I came late, the heathen wars were o er^\\nThe life had flown, we sware but by the shell\\nI am but a fool to reason with a fool\\nCome, thou art crabb d and sour: but lean me\\ndown,\\nSir Dagonet, one of thy long asses ears,\\nAnd harken if my music be not true.\\nFree love free field we love but while\\nwe may;\\nThe woods are hush d, their music is no merer\\nThe leaf is dead, the yearning past away:\\nNew leaf, new life the days of frost are o err.\\nNew life, new love, to suit the newer day:\\nNew loves are sweet as those that went before\\nFree love free field we love but while we-\\nmay.\\nYe might have moved slow-measured to my\\ntune.\\nNot stood stockstill. I made it in the woods,.\\nAnd heard it ring as true as tested gold.\\nBut Dagonet with one foot poised in his\\nhand,\\nFriend, did ye mark that fountain yesterday-\\nMade to run wine? but this had run itself\\nAll out like a long life to a sour end", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "302 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd them that round it sat with golden cups\\nTo hand the wine to whosoever came\\nThe twelve small damosels white as Innocence,\\nIn honor of poor Innocence the babe.\\nWho left the gems which Innocence the Queen\\nLent to the King, and Innocence the King\\nGave for a prize and one of those white slips\\nHanded her cup and piped, the pretty one,\\nDrink, drink. Sir Fool, and thereupon I drank.\\nSpat pish the cup was gold, the draught was\\nmud.\\nAnd Tristram, Was it muddier than thy\\ngibes?\\nIs all the laughter gone dead out of thee?\\nNot marking how the knighthood mock thee\\nfool\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n*Fear God: honor the King his one true\\nknight\\nSole follower of the vows for here be they\\nWho knew thee swine enow before I came.\\nSmuttier than blasted grain: but when the\\nKing\\nHad made thee fool thy vanity so shot up\\nIt frighted all free fool from out thy heart;\\nWhich left thee less than fool, and less than\\nswine,\\nA naked aught yet swine I hold thee still.\\nFor I have flung thee pearls and find thee\\nswine.\\nAnd little Dagonet mincing with his feet,\\nKnight, an ye fling those rubies round my\\nneck", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 303\\nIn lieu of hers, I ll hold thou hast some touch\\nOf music, since I care not for thy pearls.\\nSwine? I have wallow d, I have wash d\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the\\nworld\\nIs flesh and shadow\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I have had my day.\\nThe dirty nurse, Experience, in her kmd\\nHath foul d me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an I wallow d, then I wash d\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI have had my day and my philosophies\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd thank the Lord I am King Arthur s fooL\\nSwine, say ye? swine, goats, asses, rams and\\ngeese\\nTroop d round a Paynim harper once, who\\nthrumm d\\nOn such a wire as musically as thou\\nSome such fine song\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but never a king s fool.\\nAnd Tristram, Then were swane, goats,\\nasses, geese\\nThe wiser fools, seeing thy Paynim bard\\nHad such a mastery of his mystery\\nThat he could harp his wife up out of hell.\\nThen Dagonet, turning on the ball of his\\nfoot,\\nAnd with her harp st thou thine? down! and\\nthyself\\nDown and two more a helpful harper thou\\nThat harp st downward! Dost thou know the\\nstar\\nWe call the harp of Arthur up in heaven?\\nAnd Tristram, Ay, Sir Fool, for when our\\nKing\\nWas victor wellnigh day by day, the knights,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "304 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nGlorying in each new glory, set his name\\nHigh on all hills, and in the signs of heaven.\\nAnd Dagonet answer d, Ay, and when the\\nland\\nWas freed, and the Oueen false, ye set your-\\nself\\nTo babble about him, all to show your wit\\nAnd whether he were King by courtesy,\\nOr King by right and so went harping down\\nThe black king s highway, got so far, and\\ngrew\\nSo witty that ye play d at ducks and drakes\\nWith Arthur s vows on the great lake of fire.\\nTuwhoo! do ye see it? do ye see the star?\\n*Nay, fool, said Tristram, not in open\\nday.\\nAnd Dagonet, Nay, nor will; I see it and\\nhear.\\nIt makes a silent music up in heaven,\\nAnd I, and Arthur and the angels hear,\\nAnd then we skip. Lo, fool, he said, ye\\ntalk\\nFool s treason: is the King thy brother fool?\\nThen little Dagonet clapt his hands and\\nshrill d,\\nAy, ay, my brother fool, the king of fools!\\nConceits himself as God that he can make\\nFigs out of thistles, silk from bristles, milk\\nFrom burning spurge, honey from hornet-\\ncombs.\\nAnd men from beasts Long live the king of\\nfools!", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 305\\nAnd down the city Dagonet danced away;\\nBut thro the slowly-mellowing avenues\\nAnd solitary passes of the wood\\nRode Tristram toward Lyonnesse and the\\nwest.\\nBefore him fled the face of Queen Isolt\\nWith ruby-circled neck, but evermore\\nPast, as a rustle or twitter in the wood\\nMade dull his inner, keen his outer eye\\nFor all that walk d, or crept, or perch d, or\\nflew.\\nAnon the face, as, when a gust hath blown,\\nUnrufliing waters re-collect the shape\\nOf one that in them sees himself, return d;\\nBut at the slot or fewmets of a deer.\\nOr ev n a fall n feather, vanish d again.\\nSo on for all that day from lawn to lawn\\nThro many a league-long bower he rode. At\\nlength\\nA lodge of intertwisted beechen boughs\\nFurze-cramm d, and bracken-roof t, the which\\nhimself\\nBuilt for a summer day with Queen Isolt\\nAgainst a shower, dark in the golden grove\\nAppearing, sent his fancy back to where\\nShe lived a moon in that low lodge with him\\nTill Mark her lord had past, the Cornish\\nKing,\\nWith six or seven, when Tristram was away,\\nAnd snatch d her thence; 3^et dreading worse\\nthan shame\\nHer warrior Tristram, spake not any word,\\nBut bode his hour, devising wretchedness.\\n20", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0319.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "306 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd now that desert lod^e to Tristram lookt\\nSo sweet, that halting, in he past, and sank\\nDown on a rift of foliage random -blown;\\nBut could not rest for musing how to smoothe\\nAnd sleek his marriage over to the Queen.\\nPerchance in lone Tintagil far from all\\nThe tonguesters of the court she had not\\nheard.\\nBut then what folly had sent him over seas\\nAfter she left him lonely here? a name?\\nWas it the name of one in Brittany,\\nIsolt, the daughter of the King? Isolt\\nOf the white hands they call d her: the sweet\\nname\\nAllured him first, and then the maid herself,\\nWho served him well with those white hands\\nof hers.\\nAnd loved him well, until himself had thought\\nHe loved her also, wedded easily.\\nBut left her all as easily, and return d.\\nThe black-blue Irish hair and Irish eyes\\nHad drawn him home what marvel? then he\\nlaid\\nHis brows upon the drifted leaf and dream d.\\nHe seem d to pace the strand of Brittany\\nBetween Isolt of Britain and his bride.\\nAnd show d them both the ruby-chain, and\\nboth\\nBegan to struggle for it, till his Queen\\nGraspt it so hard, that all her hand was red.\\nThen cried the Breton, Look, her hand is red!\\nThese be no rubies, this is frozen blood,\\nAnd melts within her hand her hand is hot", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0320.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 307\\nWith ill desires, but this I gave thee, look,\\nIs all as cool and white as any flower.\\nFoUow d a rush of eagle s wings, and then\\nA whimpering of the spirit of the child,\\nBecause the twain had spoil d her carcanet.\\nHe dream d; but Arthur with a hundred\\nspears\\nRode far, till o er the illimitable reed.\\nAnd many a glancing plash and sallowy isle,\\nThe wide-wing d sunset of the misty marsh\\nGlared on a huge machicolated tower\\nThat stood with open doors, whereout was\\nroll d\\nA roar of riot, as from men secure\\nAmid their marshes, ruffians at their ease\\nAmong their harlot brides, an evil song.\\nLo there, said one of Arthur s youth, for\\nthere,\\nHigh on a grim dead tree before the tower,\\nA goodly brother of the Table Round\\nSwung by the neck and on the boughs a shield\\nShowing a shower of blood in a field noir.\\nAnd therebeside a horn, inflamed the knights\\nAt that dishonor done the gilded spur.\\nTill each would clash the shield, and blow the\\nhorn.\\nBut Arthur waved them back. Alone he rode.\\nThen at the dry harsh roar of the great horn,\\nThat sent the face of all the marsh aloft\\nAn ever upward-rushing storm and cloud\\nOf shriek and plume, the Red Knight heard,\\nand all.\\nEven to tipmost lance and topmost helm.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0321.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "308 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nIn blood-red armor sallying, howl d to the\\nKing,\\nThe teeth of Hell flay bare and gnash thee\\nflat!\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLo art thou not that eunuch-hearted King\\nWho fain had clipt free manhood from the\\nworld\\nThe woman- worshiper? Yea, God s curse,\\nand I\\nSlain was the brother of my paramour\\nBy a knight of thine, and I that heard her\\nwhine\\nAnd snivel, being eunuch-hearted too,\\nSware by the scorpion- worm that twists in\\nhell.\\nAnd stings itself to everlasting death,\\nTo hang whatever knight of thine I fought\\nAnd tumbled. Art thou King? Look to thy\\nlife!\\nHe ended Arthur knew the voice the face\\nWellnigh was helmet-hidden, and the name\\nWent wandering somewhere darkling in his\\nmind.\\nAnd Arthur deign d not use of word or sword,\\nBut let the drunkard, as he stretched from\\nhorse\\nTo strike him, overbalancing his bulk,\\nDown from the causeway heavily to the swamp\\nFall, as the crest of some slow-arching wave.\\nHeard in dead night along that table-shore,\\nDrops flat, and after the great waters break\\nWhitening for half a league, and thin them-\\nselves.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0322.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 309\\nFar over sands marbled with moon and cloud,\\nFrom less and less to nothing thus he fell\\nHead-heavy; then the knights, who watch d\\nhim, roar d\\nAnd shouted and leapt down upon the fall n;\\nThere trampled out his face from being known,\\nAnd sank his head in mire, and slimed them-\\nselves\\nNor heard the King for their own cries, but\\nsprang\\nThro open doors, and swording right and left\\nMen, women, on their sodden faces, hurl d\\nThe tables over and the wines, and slew\\nTill all the rafters rang with woman-yells,\\nAnd all the pavement stream d with massacre;\\nThen, yell with yell echoing, they fired the\\ntower,\\nWhich half that autumn night, like the live\\nNorth,\\nRed-pulsing up thro Alioth and Alcor,\\nMade all above it, and a hundred meres\\nAbout it, as the water Moab saw\\nCome round by the East, and out beyond them\\nflush d\\nThe long low dune, and lazy-plunging sea.\\nSo all the ways were safe from shore to shore,\\nBut in the heart of Arthur pain was lord.\\nThen, out of Tristram waking, the red dream\\nFled with a shout, and that low lodge return d,\\nMid- forest, and the wind among the boughs.\\nHe whistled his good warhorse left to graze\\nAmong the forest greens, vaulted upon him,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0323.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "310 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd rode beneath an ever-showering leaf,\\nTill one lone woman, weeping near a cross,\\nStay d him. Why w^eep ye? Lord, she\\nsaid, my man\\nHath left me or is dead whereon he thought\\nWhat, if she hate me now? I would not this.\\nWhat, if she love me still? I would not that.\\nI know not what I would but said to her,\\nYet weep not thou, lest, if thy mate return,\\nHe find thy favor changed and love thee not\\nThen pressing day by day thro Lyonnesse\\nLast in a rooky hollow, belling, heard,\\nThe hounds of Mark, and felt the goodly\\nhounds\\nYelp at his heart, but turning, past and gain d\\nTintagil, half in sea, and high on land\\nA crown of towers.\\nDown in a casement sat,\\nA low sea-sunset glorying round her hair\\nAnd glossy- throated grace, Isolt the Queen.\\nAnd when she heard the feet of Tristram grind\\nThe spiring stone that scaled above her tower.\\nFlush d, started, met him at the doors, and\\nthere\\nBelted his body, with her white .emba;;ac^\\nCrying aloud, Not Mark\u00e2\u0080\u0094 not Mark, my soul!\\nThe footstep fiutter d me at first: not he:\\nCatlike thro his own castle steals my Mark,\\nBut warrior- wise thou stridest thro his halls\\nWho hates thee, as I him ev n to the death.\\nMy soul, I felt my hatred for my Mark\\nQuicken within me, and knew that thou wert\\nnigh.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0324.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 311\\nTo whom Sir Tristram smiling, I am here.\\nLet be my Mark, seeing he is not thine.\\nAnd drawing somewhat backward she replied,\\n**Can he be wrong d who is not ev n his own,\\nBut save for dread of thee had beaten me,\\nScratch d, bitten, blinded, marr d me somehow\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Mark?\\nWhat rights are his that dare not strike for\\nthem?\\nNot lift a hand not, tho he found me thus!\\nBut harken! have ye met him? hence he went\\nTo-day for three days hunting as he said\\nAnd so returns belike within an hour.\\nMark s way, my soul! but eat not thou with\\nMark,\\nBecause he hates thee even more than fears\\nNor drink; and when thou passest any wood\\nClose vizor, lest an arrow from the bush\\nvShould leave me all alone with Mark and hell.\\nMy God, the measure of my hate for Mark\\nIs as the measure of my love for thee.\\nSo, pluck d one way by hate and one by love,\\nDrain d of her force, again she sat, and spake\\nTo Tristram, as he knelt before her, saying,\\n*0 hunter, and O blower of the horn,\\nHarper, and thou hast been a rover too,\\nFor, ere I mated with my shambling king,\\nYe twain had fallen out about the bride\\nOf one his name is out of me the prize.\\nIf prize she were (what marvel she could\\nsee)\\nThine, friend; and ever since my craven seeks", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0325.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "312 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nTo wreck thee villainously but, O Sir Knight,\\nWhat dame or damsel have ye kneel d to last?\\nAnd Tristram, Last to my Queen Para-\\nmount,\\nHere now to my Queen Paramount of love\\nAnd loveliness ay, lovelier than when first\\nHer light feet fell on our rough Lyonnesse,\\nSailing from Ireland.\\nSoftly laugh d Isolt;\\nFlatter me not, for hath not our great Queen\\nMy dole of beauty trebled? and he said,\\nHer beauty is her beauty, and thine thine,\\nAnd thine is more to me soft, gracious, kind\\nSave when thy Mark is kindled on thy lips\\nMost gracious: but she, haughty, ev n to him,\\nLancelot; for I have seen him wan enow\\nTo make one doubt if ever the great Queen\\nHave yielded him her love.\\nTo whom Isolt,\\nAh, then, false hunter and false harper, thou\\nWho brakest thro the scruple of my bond,\\nCalling me thy white hind, and saying to me\\nThat Guinevere had sinn d against the highest,\\nAnd I misyoked with such a want of man\\nThat I could hardly sin against the lowest.\\nHe answer d, O my soul, be comforted!\\nIf this be sweet, to sin in leading-strings,\\nIf here be comfort, and if ours be sin.\\nCrown d warrant had we for the crowning\\nsin", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0326.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KLNG. 313\\nThat made us happy but how ye greet me\\nfear\\nAnd fault and doubt no word of that fond\\ntale\\nThy deep heart-yearnings, thy sweet memories\\nOf Tristram in that year he was away,\\nAnd, saddening on the sudden, spake Isolt,\\n*I had forgotten all in my strong joy\\nTo see thee yearnings? ay! for, hour by\\nhour,\\nHere in the never-ended afternoon,\\nO sweeter than all memories of thee,\\nDeeper than any yearnings after thee\\nSeem d those far-rolling, w^estward- smiling\\nseas.\\nWatch d from this tower. Isolt of Britain\\ndash d\\nBefore Isolt of Brittany on the strand,\\nWould that have chill d her bride-kiss? Wed-\\nded her?\\nFought in her father s battles? wounded\\nthere?\\nThe King was all fulfill d with gratefulness,\\nAnd she, my namesake of the hands, that\\nheal d\\nThy hurt and heart with unguent and caress\\nWell can I wish her any huger wrong\\nThan having known thee? her too hast thou\\nleft\\nTo pine and waste in those sweet memories.\\nO were I not my Mark s, by whom all men\\nAre noble, I should hate thee more than\\nlove.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0327.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "314 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd Tristram, fondling her light hands, re-\\nplied,\\nGrace, Queen, for being loved; she loved me\\nwell.\\nDid I love her? the name at least I loved.\\nIsolt? I fought his battles, for Isolt!\\nThe night was dark the true star set. Isolt\\nThe name was ruler of the dark Isolt?\\nCare not for her! patient, and prayerful, meek,\\nPale-blooded, she will yield herself to God.\\nAnd Isolt answer d, Yea, and why not I?\\nMine is the larger need who am not meek.\\nPale-blooded, prayerful. Let me tell thee now.\\nHere one black, mute midsummer night I sat.\\nLonely, but musing on thee, wondering where,\\nMurmuring a light song I had heard thee sing.\\nAnd once or twice I spake thy name aloud.\\nThen flash d a levin-brand, and near me stood,\\nIn fuming sulphur blue and green, a fiend\\nMark s way to steal behind one in the dark\\nFor there was Mark: He has wedded her, he\\nsaid.\\nNot said, but hiss d it: then this crown of tow-\\ners\\nSo shook to such a roar of all the sky,\\nThat here in utter dark I swoon d away,\\nAnd woke again in utter dark, and cried,\\nI will flee hence and give myself to God\\nAnd thou wert lying in thy new leman s\\narms.\\nThen Tristram, ever dallying with her hand,\\nMay God be with thee, sweet, when old and\\ngray,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0328.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 3L5\\nAnd past desire! a saying that anger d her.\\nMay God be with thee, sweet, when thou\\nart old,\\nAnd sweet no more to me I need Him now.\\nFor when had Lancelot titter d aught so\\ngross\\nEv n to the swineherd s malkin in the mast?\\nThe greater man, the greater courtesy.\\nFor other was the Tristram, Arthur s knight!\\nBut thou, thro ever harrying thy wild beasts\\nSave that touch a harp, tilt with a lance\\nBecomes thee well art grown wild beast thy-\\nself.\\nHow darest thou, if lover, push me even\\nIn fancy from thy side, and set me far\\nIn the gray distance, half a life away.\\nHer to be loved no more? Unsay it, unswear!\\nFlatter me rather, seeing me so weak,\\nBroken with Mark and hate and solitude,\\nThy marriage and mine own, that I should\\nsuck\\nLies like sweet wines: lie to me: I believe.\\nWill ye not lie? not swear, as there ye kneel,\\nAnd solemnly as when ye sware to him.\\nThe man of men, our King My God, the\\npower\\nWas once in vows when men believed the\\nKing!\\nThey lied not then, who sware, and thro their\\nvows\\nThe King prevailing made his realm: I say.\\nSwear to me thou wilt love me ev n when\\nold,\\nGray-hair d, and past desire, and in despair.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0329.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "316 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen Tristram, pacing moodily up and\\ndown,\\nVows! did you keep the vow you made to\\nMark\\nMore than I mine? Lied, say ye? Nay, but\\nlearnt\\nTi^he vow that binds too strictly snaps itself\\nMy knighthood taught me this ay, being-\\nsnap t I\\nWe run more counter to the soul thereof\\nThan had he never sworn. I swear no more,\\nI swore to the great King, and am forsworn.\\nFor once ev n to the height I honor d him.\\n*Man, is he man at all? methought, when first\\nI rode from our rough Lyonnesse, and beheld\\nThat victor of the Pagan throned in hall i\\nHis hair, a sun that ray d from off a brow\\nLike hillsnow high in heaven, the steel-blue\\neyes.\\nThe golden beard that clothed his lips with\\nlight-\\nMoreover, that weird legend of his birth,\\nWith Merlin s mystic babble about his end\\nAmazed me; then, his foot was on a stool\\nShaped as a dragon; he seem d to me no man.\\nBut Michael trampling Satan; so I sware.\\nBeing amazed but this went by The vows\\nO ay the wholesome madness of an hour\\nThey serve their use, their time; for every\\nknight\\nBelieved himself a greater than himself,\\nAnd every follower eyed him as a God\\nTill he, being lifted up beyond himself.\\nDid mightier deeds than elsewise he had done,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0330.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 317\\nAnd so the realm was made but then their\\nvows\\nFirst mainly thro that sullying of our Queen\\nBegan to gall the knighthood, asking whence\\nHad Arthur right to bind them to himself?\\nDropt down from heaven? wash d up from out\\nthe deep?\\nThey fail d to trace him thro the flesh and\\nblood\\nOf our old kings: whence then? a doubtful lord\\nTo bind them by inviolable vows,\\nWhich flesh and blood perforce would violate\\nFor feel this arm of mine the tide within\\nRed with free chase and heather-scented air,\\nPulsing full man can Arthur make m.e pure\\nAs any maiden child? lock up my tongue\\nFrom uttering freely what I freely hear?\\nBind me to one? The wide world laughs at it.\\nAnd worldling of the world am I, and know\\nThe ptarmigan that whitens ere his hour\\nWoos his own end we are not angels here\\nNor shall be: vows I am woodman of the\\nwoods,\\nAnd hear the garnet-headed yaffingale\\nMock them: my soul, we love but while we\\nmay;\\nAnd therefore is my love so large for thee,\\nSeeing it is not bounded save by love.\\nHere ending, he moved toward her, and she\\nsaid,\\nGood: an I turn d away my love for thee\\nTo some one thrice as courteous as thyself\\nFor courtesy wins woman all as well", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0331.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "318 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAs valor may, but he that closes both\\nIs perfect, he is Lancelot taller indeed,\\nRosier and comelier, thou but say I loved\\nThis knightliest of all knights, and cast thee\\nback\\nThine own small saw, We love but while we\\nmay,\\nWell then, what answer?\\nHe that while she spake,\\nMindful of what he brought to adorn her w4th,\\nThe jewels, had let one finger lightly touch\\nThe warm white apple of her throat, replied,\\nPress this a little closer, sweet, until\\nCome, I am hunger d and half anger d meat,\\nWine, wine and I will love thee to the death.\\nAnd out beyond into the dream to come.\\nSo then, when both were brought to full\\naccord,\\nShe rose, and set before him all he will d;\\nAnd after these had comforted the blood\\nWith meats and wines, and satiated their\\nhearts\\nNow talking of their woodland paradise.\\nThe deer, the dews, the fern, the founts, the\\nlawns\\nNow mocking at the much ungainliness.\\nAnd craven shifts, and long crane legs of\\nMark\\nThen Tristram laughing caught the harp, and\\nsang:\\nAy, ay, O ay the winds that bend the\\nbrier", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0332.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 319\\nA star in heaven, a star within the mere\\nAy, ay, O ay a star was my desire,\\nAnd one was far apart, and one was near\\nAy, ay, O ay the winds that bow the grass\\nAnd one was water and one star was fire,\\nAnd on6 will ever shine and one will pass.\\nAy, ay, O ay the winds that move the mere.\\nThen in the light s last glimmer Tristram\\nshow d\\nAnd swung the ruby carcanet. She cried,\\nThe collar of some Order, which our King\\nHath newly founded, all for thee, my soul.\\nFor thee, to yield thee grace beyond thy\\npeers.\\nNot so, my Queen, he said, but the red\\nfruit\\nGrown on a magic oak-tree in mid-heaven.\\nAnd won by Tristram as a tourney-prize,\\nAnd hither brought by Tristram for his last\\nLove-offering and peace-offering unto thee.\\nHe spoke, he turn d, then, flinging round\\nher neck,\\nClaspt it, and cried, Thine Order, O my\\nQueen!\\nBut, while he bow dtokiss the jewell d throat.\\nOut of the dark, just as the lips had touch d.\\nBehind him rose a shadow and a shriek\\nMark s way, said Mark, and clove him\\nthrough the brain.\\nThat night came Arthur home, and while\\nhe climb d", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0333.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "320 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAll in a death-climb autumn-dripping gloom,\\nThe stairway to the hall, and look d and saw\\nThe great Queen s bower was dark, about\\nhis feet\\nA voice came sobbing till he question d it,\\nWhat art thou! and the voice about his feet\\nSent up an answer, sobbing, I am thy fool.\\nAnd I shall never make thee smile again.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0334.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KItlG. 321\\nGUINEVERE.\\nQueen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat\\nThere in the holy house at Almesbury\\nWeeping-, none with her save a little maid,\\nA novice: one low light betwixt them burn d\\nBlurr d by the creeping mist, for all abroad,\\nBeneath a moon unseen albeit at full,\\nThe white mist, like a face-cloth to the face,\\nClung to the dead earth, and the land was stilL\\nFor hither had she fled, her cause of flight\\nSir Modred: he that like a subtle beast\\nLay couchant with his eyes upon the throne,\\nReady to spring, waiting a chance for this\\nHe chill d the popular praises of the King\\nWith silent smiles of slow disparagement;\\nAnd tamper d with the Lords of the White\\nHorse,\\nHeathen, the brood by Hengist left and sought\\nTo make disruption in the Table Round\\nOf Arthur, and to splinter it into feuds\\nServing his traitorous end and all his aims\\nWere sharpen d by strong hate for Lancelot.\\nFor thus it chanced one morn when all the\\ncourt,\\nGreen-suited, but with plumes that mock d the\\nmay,\\n21 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0335.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "322 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nHad been, their wont, a-maying and return d.\\nThat Modred still in green, all ear and eye,\\nClimb d to the high top of the garden-wall\\nTo spy some secret scandal if he might,\\nAnd saw the Queen who sat betwixt her best\\nEnid, and lissome Vivien, of her court\\nThe wiliest and the worst and more than this\\nHe saw not, for Sir Lancelot passing by\\nSpied where he couch d, and as the gardener s\\nhand\\nPicks from the colewort a green caterpillar,\\nSo from the high wall and the flowering grove\\nOf grasses Lancelot pluck d him by the heel,,\\nAnd cast him a sa worm upon the way\\nBut when he knew the Prince tho marred\\nwith dust.\\nHe, reverencing king s blood in a bad man,\\nMade such excuses as he might, and these\\nFull knightly without scorn; for in those days\\nNo knight of Arthur s noblest dealt in\\nscorn\\nBut, if a man were halt or hunch d, in him\\nBy those whom God had made full-limb d and\\ntall,\\nScorn was allow d as part of his defect.\\nAnd he was answer d softly by the King\\nAnd all his Table. So Sir Lancelot holp\\nTo raise the Prince, who rising twice or thrice\\nFull sharply smote his knees, and smiled, and\\nwent:\\nBut, ever after, the small violence done\\nRankled in him and ruffled all his heart,\\nAs the sharp wind that ruffles all day long", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0336.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 323\\nA little bitter pool about a stone\\nOf the bare coast.\\nBut when Sir Lancelot told\\nThis matter to the Queen, at first she laugh d\\nLightly, to think of Modred s dusty fall.\\nThen shudder d, as the village wife who cries\\nI shudder, some one steps across my grave;\\nThen laugh d again, but faintlier, for indeed\\nShe half-foresaw that he, the subtle beast,\\nWould track her guilt until he found, and hers\\nWould be forevermore a name of scorn.\\nHenceforward rarely could she front in hall,\\nOr elsewhere, Modred s narrow foxy face,\\nHeart-hiding smile, and gray persistent eye:\\nHenceforward too, the Powers that tend the\\nsoul,\\nTo help it from the death that cannot die,\\nAnd save it even in extremes, began\\nTo vex and plague her. Many a time for\\nhours.\\nBeside the placid breathings of the King,\\nIn the dead night, grim faces came and went\\nBefore her, or a vague spiritual fear\\nLike to some doubtful noise of creaking doors.\\nHeard by the watcher in a haunted house.\\nThat keeps the rust of murder on the walls\\nHeld her awake: or if she slept, she dream d\\nAn awful dream; for then she seem d to stand\\nOn some vast plain before a setting sun.\\nAnd from the sun there swiftly made at her\\nA ghastly something, and its shadows flew\\nBefore it, till it touch d her, and she turn d", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0337.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "324 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nWhen lo her own, that broadening from her\\nfeet,\\nAnd blackening, swallow d all the land, and\\nin it\\nFar cities burnt, and with a cry she woke.\\nAnd all this trouble did not pass but grew\\nTill ev n the clear face of the guileless King,\\nAnd trustful courtesies of household life.\\nBecame her bane; and at the last she said,\\n0 Lancelot, get thee hence to thine own land;\\nFor if thou tarry we shall meet again.\\nAnd if we meet again, some evil chance\\nWill make the smouldering scandal break and\\nblaze\\nBefore the people, and our lord the King.\\nAnd Lancelot ever promised, but remain d,\\nAnd still they met and met. Again she said,\\n0 Lancelot, if thou love me get thee hence.\\nAnd then they were agreed upon a night\\n(When the good King should not be there) to\\nmeet\\nAnd part for ever. Passion-pale they met\\nAnd greeted: hands in hands, and eye to eye,\\nLow on the border of her couch they sat\\nStammering and staring; it was their last\\nhour,\\nA madness of farewells. And Modred brought\\nHis creatures to the basement of the tower\\nFor testimony and crying with full voice\\nTraitor, come out, ye are trapt at last,\\naroused\\nLancelot, who rushing outward lionlike\\nLeapt on him, and hurl d him headlong, and\\nhe fell", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0338.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 325\\nStunn d, and his creatures took and bare him\\noff,\\nAnd all was still: then she, The end is come,\\nAnd I am shamed for ever; and he said,\\nMine be the shame; mine was the sin but\\nrise,\\nAnd fly to my strong castle overseas\\nThere will I hide thee, till my life shall end,\\nThere hold thee with my life against the\\nworld.\\nShe answer d, Lancelot, wilt thou hold me so?\\nNay, friend, for we have taken our farewells.\\nWould God that thou couldst hide me from\\nmyself\\nMine is the shame, for I was wife, and thou\\nUnwedded yet rise now, and let us fly,\\nFor I will draw me into sanctuary.\\nAnd bide my doom. So Lancelot got her\\nhorse\\nSet her thereon, and mounted on his own.\\nAnd then they rode to the divided way.\\nThere kiss d, and parted weeping: for he\\npast,\\nLove-loyal to the least wish of the Queen,\\nBack to his land but she to Almesbury\\nFled all night long by glimmering waste and\\nweald.\\nAnd heard the Spirits of the waste and weald\\nMoan as she fled, or thought she heard them\\nmoan:\\nAnd in herself she moan d Too late, too\\nlate!\\nTill in the cold wind that foreruns the morn,\\nA blot in heaven, the Raven, flying high,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0339.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "326 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nCroak d, and she thought, He spies a field of\\ndeath\\nFor now the Heathen of the Northern Sea,\\nLured by the crimes and frailties of the court,\\nBegin to slay the folk, and spoil the land.\\nAnd when she came to Almesbury she spake\\nThere to the nuns, and said, Mine enemies\\nPursue me, but, O peaceful Sisterhood,\\nReceive, and yield me sanctuary, nor ask\\nHer name to whom ye yield it, till her time\\nTo tell you: and her beauty, grace and power,\\nAVrought as a charm upon them, and they\\nspared\\nTo ask it.\\nSo the stately Queen abode\\nFor many a week, unknown, among the nuns;\\nNor with them mix d, nor told her name, nor\\nsought,\\nWrapt in her grief, for housel or for shrift.\\nBut communed only with the little maid.\\nWho pleased her with a babbling heedlessness\\nWhich often lured her from herself; but now,\\nThis night, a rumor wildly blown about\\nCame, that Sir Modred had usurp d the realm,\\nAnd leagued him with the heathen, while the\\nKing\\nWas waging war on Lancelot then she thought,\\nWith what a hate the people and the King\\nMust hate me, and bow d down upon her\\nhands\\nSilent, until the little maid, who brook d\\nNo silence, brake it, uttering Late! so late!", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0340.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 327\\nWhat hour I wonder, now? and when she\\ndrew\\nNo answer, by and by began to hum\\nAn air the nuns had taught her; Late, so\\nlate!\\nWhich when she heard, the Queen look d up,\\nand said,\\n0 maiden, if indeed ye list to sing,\\nSing, and unbind my heart that I may weep.\\nWhereat full willingly sang the little maid.\\nLate, late, so late! and dark the night and\\nchill!\\nLate, late, so late! but we can enter still.\\nToo late, too late ye cannot enter now.\\nNo light had we: for that we do repent;\\n^nd learning this, the bridegroom will relent.\\nToo late, too late ye cannot enter now.\\nNo light: so late! and dark and chill the\\nnight\\nO let us in, that we may find the light\\nToo late, too late ye cannot enter now.\\nHave we not heard the bridegroom is so\\nsweet?\\nO let us in, tho late, to kiss his feet!\\nNo, no, too late! ye cannot enter now.\\nSo sang the novice, while full passionately.\\nHer head upon her hands, remembering\\nHer thought when first she came, wept the sad\\nQueen.\\nThen said the little novice prattling to her,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0341.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "328 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\n0 pray you, noble lady, weep no more;\\nBut let my words, the words of one so small.\\nWho knowing nothing knows but to obey.\\nAnd if I do not there is penance given\\nComfort your sorrov/s for they do not flow\\nFrom evil done right sure am I of that.\\nWho see your tender grace and stateliness.\\nBut weigh your sorrows with our lord the\\nKing s,\\nAnd weighing find them less; for gone is he\\nTo wage grim war against Sir Lancelot there.\\nRound that strong castle where he holds the\\nOueen;\\nAnd Modred whom he left in charge of all,\\nThe traitor Ah, sweet lady, the King s grief\\nFor his own self, and his own Queen, and\\nrealm,\\nMust needs be thrice as great as any of ours.\\nFor me, I thank the saints, I am not great.\\nFor if there ever come a grief to me\\nI cry my cry in silence, and have done.\\nNone knows it, and my tears have brought me\\ngood:\\nBut even were the griefs of little ones\\nAs great as those of great ones, yet this\\ngrief\\nIs added to the griefs the great must bear.\\nThat howsoever much they may desire\\nSilence, they cannot weep behind a cloud\\nAs even here they talk at Almesbury\\nAbout the good King and his wicked Queen,\\nAnd were I such a King with such a Queen,\\nWell might I wish to veil her wickedness,\\nBut were I such a King, it could not be.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0342.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 329\\nThen to her own sad heart mutter d the\\nQueen,\\nWill the child kill me with her innocent talk?\\nBut openly she answer d, Must not I,\\nIf this false traitor have displaced his lord,\\nGrieve with the common grief of all the realm?\\nYea, said the maid, this is all woman s\\ngrief,\\nThat she is woman, whose disloyal life\\nHath wrought confusion in the Table Round\\nWhich good King Arthur founded, years ago.\\nWith signs and miracles and wonders, there\\nAt Camelot, ere the coming of the Queen.\\nThen thought the Queen within herself,\\nagain,\\nWill the child kill me with her foolish prate?\\nBut openly she spake and said to her,\\nO little maid, shut in by nunnery walls,\\nWhat canst thou know of Kings and Tables\\nRound,\\nOr what of signs and wonders, but the signs\\nAnd simple miracles of thy nunnery?\\nTo whom the little novice garrulously,\\nYea, but I know: the land was full of signs\\nAnd wonders ere the coming of the Queen.\\nSo said my father, and himself was knight\\nOf the great Table at the founding of it\\nAnd rode thereto from Lyonnesse, and he said\\nThat as he rode, an hour or maybe twain\\nAfter the sunset, down the coast, he heard\\nStrange music, and he paused, and turning\\nthere,\\n22 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0343.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "330 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAll down the lonely coast of Lyonnesse,\\nEach with a beacon-star upon his head,\\nAnd with a wild sea-light about his feet,\\nHe saw them headland after headland flame\\nFar on into the rich heart of the west\\nAnd in the light the white mermaiden swam,\\nAnd strong man-breasted things stood from\\nthe sea,\\nAnd sent a deep sea-voice thro all the land,\\nTo which the little elves of chasm and cleft\\nMade answer, sounding like a distant horn.\\nSo said my father yea, and furthermore,\\nNext morning, while he past the dim-lit woods,\\nHimself beheld three spirits mad with joy\\nCome dashing down on a tall wayside flower,\\nThat shook beneath them, as the thistle shakes\\nWhen three gray linnets wrangle for the seed\\nAnd still at evenings on before his horse\\nThe flickering fairy-circle wheel d and broke\\nFlying, and link d again, and wheel d and\\nbroke\\nFlying, for all the land was full of life.\\nAnd when at last he came to Camelot,\\nA wreath of airy dancers hand-in-hand\\nSwung round the lighted lantern of the hall;\\nAnd in the hall itself was such a feast\\nAs never man had dream d; for every knight\\nHad whatsoever meat he long dfor served\\nBy hands unseen; and even as he said\\nDown in the cellars merry bloated things\\nShoulder d the spigot, straddling on the butts\\nWhile the wine ran so glad were spirits and\\nmen\\nBefore the coming of the sinful Queen.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0344.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 331\\nThen spake the Queen, and somewhat bit-\\nterly,\\n**Were they so glad? ill prophets were they all.\\nSpirits and men could none of them foresee.\\nNot even thy wise father with his signs\\nAnd wonders, what hasfall n upon the realm?\\nTo whom the novice garrulously again,\\n**Yea, one, a bard; of whom my father said,\\nFull many a noble war-song had he sung,\\nEv n in the presence of an enemy s tieet,\\nBetween the steep cliff and the coming wave\\nAnd many a mystic lay of life and death\\nHad chanted on the smoky mountain-tops,\\nWhen round him bent the spirits of the hills\\nWith all their dewy hair blown back like flame\\nSo said my father and that night the bard\\nSang Arthur s glorious wars, and sang the\\nKing\\nAs wellnigh more than man, and rail d at those\\nWho call d him the false son of Gorlois;\\nFor there was no man knew from whence he\\ncame:\\nBut after tempest, when the long wave broke\\nAll down the thundering shores of Bude and\\nBos,\\nThere came a day as still as heaven, and then\\nThey found a naked child upon the sands\\nOf dark Tintagil by the Cornish sea;\\nAnd that was Arthur; and they foster d him\\nTill he by miracle was approven King;\\nAnd that his grave should be a mystery\\nFrom all men, like his birth and could he find\\nA woman in her womanhood as great", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0345.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "332 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAs he was in his manhood, then, he sang,\\nThe twain together well might change the\\nworld.\\nBut even in the middle of his song\\nHe falter d, and his hand fell from the harp,\\nAnd pale he turn d, and reel d, and would have\\nfall n,\\nEut that they stay d him up; nor would he tell\\nHis vision; but what doubt that he foresaw\\nThis evil work of Lancelot and the Queen?\\nThen thought the Queen, Lo! they have\\nset her on,\\nOur simple-seeming Abbess and her nuns,\\nTo play upon me, and bow d her head nor\\nspake.\\nWhereat the novice crying, with clasp d hands,\\nShame on her own garulity garrulously,\\nSaid the good nuns would check her gadding\\ntongue\\nFull often, and, sweet lady, if I seem\\nTo vex an ear too sad to listen to me.\\nUnmannerly, with prattling and the tales\\nWhich my good father told me, check me too\\nNor let me shame my father s memory, one\\nOf noblest manners, tho himself would say\\nSir Lancelot had the noblest; and he died,\\nKill d in a tilt, come next, five summers back,\\nAnd left me but of others who remain.\\nAnd of the two first-famed for courtesy\\nAnd pray you check me if I ask amiss\\nBut pray you, which had noblest, while you\\nmoved\\nAmong them, Lancelot or our lord the King?", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0346.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. ^3\\nThen the pale Queen look d up and answered\\nher,\\nSir Lancelot, as became a noble knight,\\nWas gracious to all ladies, and the same\\nIn open battle or the tilting-field\\nForbore his own advantage, and the King\\nIn open battle or the tilting-field\\nForbore his own advantage, and these twa\\nWere the most nobly-manner d men of all.\\nFor manners are not idle, but the fruit\\nOf loyal nature, and of noble mind.\\nYea, said the maid, be manners such fair\\nfruit?\\nThen Lancelot s needs must be a thousand-fold\\nLess noble, being, as all rumor runs.\\nThe most disloyal friend in all the world.\\nTo which a mournful answer made the\\nQueen:\\n**0 closed about by narrowing nunnery-walls^\\nWhat knowest thou of the world, and all its-\\nlights\\nAnd shadows, all the wealth and all the woe?\\nIf ever Lancelot, that most noble knight,\\nWere for one hour less noble than himself,\\nPray for him that he scape the doom of fire.\\nAnd weep for her who drew him to his doom.**\\nYea, said the little novice, I pray for\\nboth;\\nBut I should all as soon believe that his,\\nSir Lancelot s, were as noble as the King s^", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0347.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "334 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAs I could think, sweet lady, yours would be\\nSuch as they are, were you the sinful Queen.\\nSo she, like many another babbler, hurt\\nWhom she would soothe, and harm d where\\nshe would heal\\nFor here a sudden flush of wrathful heat\\nFired all the pale face of the Queen, who cried,\\nSuch as thou art be never maiden more\\nFor ever thou their tool, set on to plague\\nAnd play upon, and harry me, petty spy\\nAnd traitress. When that storm of anger\\nbrake\\nFrom Guinevere, aghast the maiden rose.\\nWhite as her veil, and stood before the Queen\\nAs tremulously as foam upon the beach\\nStands in a wind, ready to break and fly.\\nAnd when the Queen had added Get thee\\nhence,\\nFled frighted. Then that other left alone\\nSigh d, and began to gather heart again.\\nSaying in herself, The simple, fearful child\\nMeant nothing, but my own too-fearful guilt.\\nSimpler than any child, betrays itself,\\nBut help me, heaven, for surely I repent.\\nFor what is true repentance but in thought\\nNot ev n in inmost thought to think again\\nThe sins that made the past so pleasant to us:\\nAnd I have sworn never to see him more,\\nTo see him more.\\nAnd ev n in saying this.\\nHer memory from old habit of the mind\\nWent slipping back upon the golden days", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0348.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 335\\nIn which she saw him first, when Lancelot\\ncame,\\nReputed the best knight and goodliest man,\\nAmbassador, to lead her to his lord\\nArthur, and led her forth, and far ahead\\nOf his and her retinue moving, they.\\nRapt in sweet talk or lively, all on love\\nAnd sport and tilts and pleasure, (for the time\\nWas maytime, and as yet no sin was dream d,)\\nRode under groves that look d a paradise\\nOf blossom, over sheets of hyacinth\\nThat seem d the heavens upbreaking thro the\\nearth\\nAnd on from hill to hill, and every day\\nBeheld at noon in some delicious dale\\nThe silk pavilions of King Arthur raised\\nFor brief repast or afternoon repose\\nBy couriers gone before and on again.\\nTill yet once more ere set of sun they saw\\nThe dragon of the great Pendragonship,\\nThat crown d the state pavilion of the King,\\nBlaze by the rushing brook or silent well.\\nBut when the Queen immersed in such a\\ntrance,\\nAnd moving thro the past unconsciously,\\nGame to that point where first she saw the\\nKing\\nRide toward her from the city, sigh d to find\\nHer journey done, glanced at him, thought him\\ncold.\\nHigh, self-contain d, and passionless, not like\\nhim.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0349.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "836 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nNot like my Lancelot while she brooded\\nthus\\nAnd grew half-guilty in her thoughts again,\\nThere rode an armed warrior to the doors.\\nA murmuring whisper thro the nunnery ran,\\nThen on a sudden a cry, The King. She sat\\nStiff- stricken, listening but when armed feet\\nThro the long gallery from the outer doors\\nRang coming, prone from off her seat she fell\\nAnd grovell d with her face against the floor:\\nThere with her milkwhite arms and shadowy\\nhair\\nShe made her face a darkness from the King\\nAnd in the darkness heard his armed feet\\nPause by her then came silence, then a voice,\\nMonotonous and hollow like a Ghost s\\nDenouncing judgment, but tho changed, the\\nKing s:\\nLiest thou here so low, the child of one\\nI honor d, happy, dead before thy shame?\\nWell is it that no child is born of thee.\\nThe children born of thee are sword and fire,\\nRed ruin, and the breaking up of laws.\\nThe craft of kindred and the Godless hosts\\nOf heathen swarming o er the Northern Sea;\\nWhom I, while yet Sir Lancelot, my right arm\\nThe mightiest of my knights, abode with me,\\nHave everywhere about this land of Christ\\nIn twelve great battles ruining overthrown.\\nAnd knowest thou now from whence I come\\nfrom him.\\nFrom waging bitter war with him and he.\\nThat did not shun to smite me in worse way,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0350.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 337\\nHad yet that grace of courtesy in him left,\\nHe spared to lift his hand against the King\\nWho made him knight: but many a knight\\nwas slain\\nAnd many more, and all his kith and kin\\nClave to him, and abode in his own land.\\nAnd many more when Modred raised revolt.\\nForgetful of their troth and fealty, clave\\nTo Modred, and a remnant stays with me.\\nAnd of this remnant will I leave a part,\\nTrue men who love me still, for whom I live.\\nTo guard thee in the wild hour coming on,\\nLest but a hair of this low head be harm d.\\nFear not thou shalt be guarded till my death.\\nHowbeit I know, if ancient prophecies\\nHave err d not, that I march to meet my\\ndoom.\\nThou hast not made my life so sweet to me,\\nThat I the King should greatly care to live\\nFor thou hast spoilt the purpose of my life.\\nBear with me for the last time while I show,\\nEv n for thy sake, the sin which thou hast\\nsinn d.\\nFor when the Roman left us, and their law\\nRelax d its hold upon us, and the ways\\nWere fill d with rapine, here and there a deed\\nOf prowess done redress d a random wrong.\\nBut I was first of all the kings who drew\\nThe knighthood-errant of this realm and all\\nThe realms together under me, their Head,\\nIn that fair Order of my Table Round,\\nA glorious company, the flower of men,\\nTo serve as model for the mighty world,\\nAnd be the fair beginning of a time.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0351.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "338 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nI made them lay their hands in mine and swear\\nTo reverence the King, as if he were\\nTheir conscience, and their conscience as their\\nKing,\\nTo break the heathen and uphold the Christ,\\nTo ride abroad redressing human wrongs,\\nTo speak no slander, no, nor listen to it,\\nTo honor his own word as if his God s,\\nTo lead sweet lives in purest chastity,\\nTo love one maiden only, cleave to her.\\nAnd worship her by years of noble deeds,\\nUntil they won her; for indeed I knew\\nOf no more subtle master under heaven\\nThan is the maiden passion for a maid.\\nNot only to keep down the base in man,\\nBut teach high thought, and amiable words\\nAnd courtliness, and the desire of fame,\\nAnd love of truth, and all that makes a man.\\nAnd all this throve before I wedded thee\\nBelieving, lo mine helpmate, one to feel\\nMy purpose and rejoicing in my joy.\\nThen came thy shameful sin with Lancelot\\nThen came the sin of Tristram and Isolt\\nThen others, following these my mightiest\\nknights.\\nAnd drawing foul ensamples from fair names,\\nSinn d also, till the loathsome opposite\\nOf all my heart had destined did obtain.\\nAnd all thro thee so that this life of mine\\nI guard as God s high gift from scathe and\\nwrong,\\nNot greatly care to lose but rather think\\nHow sad it were for Arthur, should he live,\\nTo sit once more within his lonely hall,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0352.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 339\\nAnd miss the wonted number of my knights,\\nAnd miss to hear high.talk of noble deeds\\nAs in the golden days before thy sin.\\nFor which of us, who might be left, could\\nspeak\\nOf the pure heart, nor seem to glance at thee?\\nAnd in thy bowers of Camelot or of Usk\\nThy shadow still would glide from room to\\nroom,\\nAnd I should evermore be vext with thee\\nIn hanging robe or vacant ornament,\\nOr ghostly footfall echoing on the stair.\\nFor think not, tho thou wouldst not love thy\\nlord.\\nThy lord has wholly lost his love for thee.\\nI am not made of so slight elements.\\nYet must I leave thee, woman, to thy shame.\\nI hold that man the worst of public foes\\nWho either for his own or children s sake,\\nTo save his blood from scandal, lets the wife\\nWhom he knows false, abide and rule the\\nhouse\\nFor seeing thro his cowardice allow d\\nHer station, taken everywhere for pure,\\nShe like a new disease, unknown to men.\\nCreeps, no precaution used, among the crowd,\\nMakes wicked lightnings of her eyes, and\\nsaps\\nThe fealty of our friends, and stirs the pulse\\nWith devil s leaps, and poisons half the young.\\nWorst of the worst were that man he that\\nreigns\\nBetter the King s waste hearth and aching\\nheart", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0353.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "340 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThan thou reseated in thy place of light,\\nThe mockery of my people, and their bane.\\nHe paused, and in the pause she crept an\\ninch\\nNearer, and laid hej hands about his feet.\\nFar off a solitary trumpet blew.\\nThen waiting by the door the warhorse neigh d\\nAs at a friend s voice, and he spake again:\\nYet think not that I come to urge thy\\ncrimes,\\nI did not come to curse thee, Guinevere,\\nI, whose vast pity almost makes me die\\nTo see thee, laying there thy golden head,\\nMy pride in happier summers, at my feet.\\nThe wrath which forced my thoughts on that\\nfierce law.\\nThe doom of treason and the flaming death\\n(When first I learnt thee hidden here) is past.\\nThe pang which while I weigh d thy heart\\nwith one\\nToo wholly true to dream untruth in thee,\\nMade my tears burn is also past in part.\\nAnd all is past, the sin is sinn d, and I,\\nLo I forgive thee, as Eternal God\\nForgives: do thou for thine own soul the rest.\\nBut how to take last leave of all I loved?\\ngolden hair, with which I used to play\\nNot knowing O imperial-moulded form,\\nAnd beauty such as never woman wore.\\nUntil it came a kingdorh s curse with thee\\n1 cannot touch thy lips, they are not mine,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0354.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 341\\nBut Lancelot s: nay, they never were the\\nKing s.\\nI cannot take thy hand that too is flesh,\\nAnd in the flesh thou hastsinn d; and mine\\nown flesh,\\nHere looking down on thine polluted, cries\\n*I loathe thee: yet not less, O Guinevere,\\nFor I was ever virgin save for thee.\\nMy love thro flesh hath wrought into my life\\nSo far, that my doom is, I love thee still.\\nLet no man dream but that I love thee still.\\nPerchance, and so thou purify thy soul.\\nAnd so thou lean on our fair father Christ,\\nHereafter in that world where all are pure\\nWe two may meet before high God, and thou\\nWilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and\\nknow\\nI am thine husband not a smaller soul,\\nNor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that,\\nI charge thee, my last hope. Now must I\\nhence.\\nThro the thick night I hear the trumpet blow:\\nThey summon me their King to lead mine\\nhosts\\nFar down to that great battle in the west,\\nWhere I must strike against the man they call\\nMy sister s son no kin of mine, who leagues\\nWith Lords of the White Horse, heathen, and\\nknights.\\nTraitors and strike him dead, and meet my-\\nself\\nDeath, or I know not what mysterious doom.\\nAnd thou remaining here wilt learn the event\\nBut hither shall I never come a.sfain.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0355.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "342 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nNever lie by thy side see thee no more\\nFarewell I\\nAnd while she grovell d at his feet.\\nShe felt the King s breath wander o er- her\\nneck,\\nAnd in the darkness o er her fallen head,\\nPerceived the waving of his hands that blest.\\nThen, listening till those armed steps were\\ngone,\\nRose the pale Queen, and in her anguish found\\nThe casement: Peradventure, so she\\nthought,\\nIf I might see his face, and not be seen.\\nAnd lo, he sat on horseback at the door!\\nAnd near him the sad nuns with each a light\\nStood, and he gave them charge about the\\nQueen,\\nTo guard and foster her for evermore.\\nAnd while he spake to these his helm was\\nlower d\\nTo which for crest the golden dragon clung\\nOf Britain so she did not see the face,\\nWhich then was as an angel s, but she saw,\\nWet with the mists and smitten by the lights,\\nThe Dragon of the great Pendragonship\\nBlaze, making all the night a steam of fire.\\nAnd even then he turn d; and more and more\\nThe moony vapor rolling round the King,\\nWho seem d the phantom of a Giant in it,\\nEnwound him fold by fold, and made him gray\\nAnd grayer, till himself became as mist\\nBefore her, moving ghostlike to his doom.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0356.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 343\\nThen she stretched out her arms and cried\\naloud\\nOh Arthur! there her voice brake suddenly.\\nThen as a stream that spouting from a cliff\\nFails in mid air, but gathering at the base\\nRe-makes itself, and flashes down the vale\\nWent on in passionate utterance:\\nGone my lord!\\nGone thro my sin to slay and to be slain\\nAnd he forgave me, and I could not speak.\\nFarewell? I should have answer d his farewell.\\nHis mercy choked me. Gone, my lord the\\nKing,\\nMy own true lord! how dare I call him mine?\\nThe shadow of another cleaves to me,\\nAnd makes me one pollution: he, the King,\\nCall d me polluted: shall I kill myself?\\nWhat help in that? I cannot kill my sin,\\nIf soul be soul nor can I kill my shame\\nNo, nor by living\u00c2\u00abcan I live it down.\\nThe days will grow to weeks, the weeks to\\nmonths,\\nThe months will add themselves and make the\\nyears.\\nThe years will roll into the centuries,\\nAnd mine will ever be a name of scorn,\\nI must not dwell on that defeat of fame.\\nLet the world be that is but of the world\\nWhat else? what hope? I think there was a\\nhope.\\nExcept he mock d me when he spake of hope;\\nHis hope he call d it; but he never mocks,\\nFor mockery is the fume of little hearts.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0357.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "344 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nAnd blessed be the King, who hath forgiven\\nMy wickedness to him, and left me hope*\\nThat in mine own heart I can live down sin\\nAnd be his mate hereafter in the heavens\\nBefore high God. Ah great and gentle lord,\\nWho wast, as is the conscience of a saint\\nAmong his warring senses, to thy knights\\nTo whom my false voluptuous pride, that took\\nFull easily all impressions from below,\\nWould not look up, nor half-despised the height\\nTo which I would not or I could not climb\\nI thought I could not breathe in that fine air,\\nThat pure severity of perfect light\\nI wanted warmth and color which I found\\nIn Lancelot now I see thee what thou art.\\nThou art the highest and most human too,\\nNot Lancelot, nor another. Is there none\\nWill tell the King I love him tho so late?\\nNow ere he goes to the great Battle? none:\\nMyself must tell him in that purer life,\\nBut now it were too daring. Ah, my God,\\nWhat might I not have made of thy fair world.\\nHad I but loved thy highest creature here?\\nIt was my duty to have loved the highest\\nIt surely was my profit had I known\\nIt would have been my pleasure had I seen.\\nWe needs must love the highest when we see it.\\nNot Lancelot, nor another.\\nHere her hand\\nGrasp d, made her vail her eyes: she look d\\nand saw\\nThe novice, weeping, suppliant, and said to\\nher,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0358.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 345\\nYea, little maid, for am I not forgiven?\\nThen glancing up beheld the holy nuns\\nAll round her, weeping; and her heart was\\nloosed\\nWithin her, and she wept with these and said^\\nYe know me then, that wicked one who\\nbroke\\nThe vast design and purpose of the King.\\nshut me round with narrowing nunnery-\\nwalls,\\nMeek maidens, from the voices crying shame.\\n1 must not scorn myself: he loves me still.\\nLet no one dream but that he loves me still.\\nSo let me, if you do not shudder at me,\\nNor shun to call me sister, dwell with you\\nWear black and white, and be a nun like you\\nFast with your fasts, not feasting with your\\nfeasts\\nGrieve with your griefs, not grieving at your\\njoys.\\nBut not rejoicing; mingle with your rites;\\nPray and be pray d for lie before your shrines\\nDo each low office of your holy house\\nWalk your dim cloister, and distribute dole\\nTo poor sick people, richer in His eyes\\nWho ransom d us, and haler too than I;\\nAnd treat their loathsome hurts and heal mine\\nown;\\nAnd so wear out in almsdeed and in prayer\\nThe sombre close of that voluptuous day,\\nWhich wrought the ruin of my lord the King.\\nShe said: they took her to theriiselves; and\\nshe", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0359.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "346 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nStill hoping, fearing is it yet too late?\\nDwelt with them, till in time their Abbess\\ndied.\\nThen she, for her good deeds and her pure\\nlife,\\nAnd for the power of ministration in her.\\nAnd likewise for the high rank she had borne,\\nWas chosen Abbess, there, an Abbess, lived\\nFor three brief years, and there, an Abbess,\\npast\\nTo where beyond these voices there is peace.\\nEND OF the round TABLE.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0360.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 647\\nTHE PASSING OF ARTHUR.\\nThat story which the bold Sir Bedivere,\\nFirst made and latest left of all the knights,\\n^old, when the man was no more than a voice\\nIn the white winter of his age, to those\\nWith whom he dwelt, new faces, other minds.\\nFor on their march to westward, Bedivere,\\nWho slowly paced among the slumbering host,\\nHeard in his tent the meanings of the King.\\nI found Him in the shining of the stars,\\nI mark d Him in the flowering of His fields,\\nBut in His ways with men I find Him not.\\nI waged His wars, and now I pass and die.\\nO me for why is all around us here\\nAs if some lesser god had made the world,\\nBut had not force to shape it as he would,\\nTill the High God behold it from beyond,\\nAnd enter it, and make it beautiful?\\nOr else as if the world were wholly fair,\\nBut that these eyes of men are dense and dim.\\nAnd have not power to see it as it is\\nPerchance, because we see not to the close\\nFor I, being simple, thought to work His will,\\nAnd have but stricken with the sword in vain;\\nAnd all whereon I lean d in wife and friend\\nIs traitor to my peace, and all my realm", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0361.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "348 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nReels back into the beast, and is no more.\\nMy God, thou hast forgotten me in my death\\nNay God my Christ I pass but shall not die.\\nThen, ere that last weird battle in the west,\\nThere came on Arthur sleeping, Gawain kill d\\nIn Lancelot s war, the Ghost of Gawain blown\\nAlong a wandering wind, and past his ear\\nWent shrilling, Hollow, hollow all delight!\\nHail, King! to-morrow thou shalt pass away.\\nFarewell there is an isle of rest for thee.\\nAnd I am blown along a wandering wind,\\nAnd hollow, hollow, hollow all delight.\\nAnd fainter onward, like wild birds that change\\nTheir season in the night and wail their way\\nFrom cloud to cloud, down the long wind the\\ndream\\nShrill d; but in going mingled with dim cries\\nFar in the moonlit haze among the hills,\\nAs of some lonely city sack d by night,\\nWhen all is lost, and wife and child with wail\\nPass to new lords and Arthur woke and call d,\\nWho spake? A dream. O light upon the\\nwind.\\nThine, Gawain, was the voice are these dim\\ncries\\nThine? or doth all that haunts the waste and\\nwild\\nMourn, knowing it will go along with me?\\nThis heard the bold Sir Bedivere and spake\\n0 me, my King, let pass whatever will.\\nElves, and the harmless glamour of the field;\\nBut in their stead thy name and glory cling", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0362.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 349\\nTo all high places like a golden cloud\\nFor ever: but as yet thou shalt not pass.\\nLight was Gawain in life, and light in death\\nIs Gawain, for the ghost is as the man\\nAnd care not thou for dreams from him, but\\nrise\\nI hear the steps of Modred in the west.\\nAnd with him many of thy people, and knights\\nOnce thine, whom thou hast loved, but grosser\\ngrown,\\nThan heathen, spitting at their vows and thee.\\nRight well in heart they know thee for the\\nKing.\\nArise, go forth and conquer as of old.\\nThen spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere:\\nFar other is this battle in the west\\nWhereto we move, than when we strove in\\nyouth.\\nAnd brake the petty kings, and fought with\\nRome,\\nOr thrust the heathen from the Roman wall.\\nAnd shook him thro the north. Ill doom is\\nmine\\nTo war against my people and my knights.\\nThe king who fights his people fights himself.\\nAnd they my knights, who loved me once, the\\nstroke\\nThat strikes them dead is as my death to me.\\nYet let us hence, and find or feel a way\\nThro this blind haze, which ever since I saw\\nOne lying in the dust at Almesbury,\\nHath folded in the passes of the world.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0363.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "350 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen rose the King and moved his host by\\nnight,\\nAnd ever push d Sir Modred, league by league.\\nBack to the sunset bound of Lyonnesse\\nA land of old upheaven from the abyss\\nBy fire, to sink into the abyss again\\nWhere fragments of forgotten peoples dwelt,\\nAnd the long mountains ended in a coast\\nOf ever-shifting sand, and far away\\nThe phantom circle of a moaning sea.\\nThere the pursuer could pursue no more,\\nAnd he that fled no further fly the King;\\nAnd there, that day when the great light of\\nheaven\\nBurn d at his lowest in the rolling year,\\nOn the waste sand by the waste sea they\\nclosed.\\nNor ever yet had Arthur fought a fight\\nLike this last, dim, weird battle of the west.\\n;^A death white mist slept over sand and sea\\nWhereof the chill, to him who breathed it,\\ndrew\\nDown with his blood, till all his heart was cold\\nWith formless fear; and ev n on Arthur fell\\nConfusion, since he saw not whom he fought.\\nFor friend and foe were shadows in the mist,\\nAnd friend slew friend not knowing whom he\\nslew\\nAnd some had visions out of golden youth,\\nAnd some beheld the faces of old ghosts\\nLook in upon the battle and in the mist\\nWas many a noble deed, many a base,\\nAnd chance and craft and strength in single\\nfights,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0364.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 351\\nAnd ever and anon with host to host\\nShocks, and the splintering spear, the hard\\nmail hewn.\\nShield-breakings, and the clash of brands, the\\ncrash\\nOf battleaxes on shatter d helms, and shrieks\\nAfter the Christ, of those who falling- down\\nLook d up for heaven, and only saw the mist;\\nAnd shouts of heathen and the traitor knights.\\nOaths, insult, filth, and monstrous blasphemies,\\nSweat, writhing, anguish, laboring of the lungs\\nIn that close mist, and cryings for the light.\\nMoans of the dying, and voices of the dead.\\nLast, as by some one deathbed after wail\\nOf suffering, silence follows, or thro death\\nOr deathlike swoon, thus over all that shore.\\nSave for some whisper of the seething seas,\\nA dead hush fell but when the dolorous day\\nGrew drearier toward twilight falling, came\\nA bitter wind, clear from the North, and blew\\nThe mist aside, and with that wind the tide\\nRose, and the pale King glanced across the\\nfield\\nOf battle but no man was moving there\\nNor any cry of Christian heard thereon,\\nNor yet of heathen only the wan wave\\nBrake in among dead faces, to and fro\\nSwaying the helpless hands, and up and down\\nTumbling the hollow helmets of the fallen,\\nAnd shiver d brands that once had fought with\\nRome,\\nAnd rolling far along the gloomy shores\\nThe voice of days of old and days to be.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0365.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "352 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThen spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere,\\nAnd whiter than the mist that all day long\\nHad held the field of battle was the King:\\n**Hearest thou this great voice that shakes\\nthe world,\\nAnd wastes the narrow realm whereon we\\nmove,\\nAnd beats upon the faces of the dead.\\nMy dead, as tho they had not died for me?\\nO Bedivere, for on my heart hath fall n\\nConfusion, till I know not what I am,\\nISTor whence I am, nor whether I be King,\\nBehold, I seem but King among the dead.\\nThen spake the bold Sir Bedivere: My\\nKing,\\nKing everywhere and so the dead have kings,\\nThere also will I worship thee as King.\\nYet still thy life is whole, and still I live\\nWho love thee but who hates thee, he that\\nbrought\\nThe heathen back among us, yonder stands,\\nModred, unharm d, the traitor of thine house.\\nThen spake the King, My house hath been\\nmy doom.\\nBut call not thou this traitor of my house\\nWho hath but dwelt beneath one roof with me.\\nMy house are rather they who sware my vows,\\nYea, even while they brake them, own d me\\nKing.\\nAnd well for thee, saying in my dark hour.\\nWhen all the purport of my throne hath fail d,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0366.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 353\\nThat quick or dead thou holdest me for King.\\nKing am I, whatsoever be their cry\\nAnd one last act of kinghood shalt thou see\\nYet, ere I pass. And uttering this the King\\nMade at the man then Modred smote his\\nliege\\nHard on that helm which many a heathen\\nsword\\nHad beaten thin while Arthur at one blow,\\nStriking the last stroke with Excalibur,\\nSlew him, and all but slain himself, he fell.\\nSo all day long the noise of battle roll d\\nAmong the mountains by the winter sea;\\nUntil King Arthur s Table, man by man.\\nHad fall n in Lyonnesse about their lord,\\nKing Arthur. Then, because his wound was\\ndeep,\\nThe bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him,\\nAnd bore him to a chapel nigh the field,\\nA broken chancel with a broken cross.\\nThat stood on a dark strait of barren land\\nOn one side lay the Ocean, and on one\\nLay a great water, and the moon was full.\\nThen spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere\\n**The sequel of to-day unsolders all\\nThe goodliest fellowship of famous knights\\nWhereof this world holds record. Such a sleep\\nThey sleep the men I loved. I think that\\nwe\\nShall never more, at any future time,\\nDelight our souls with talk of knightly deeds,\\nWalking about the gardens and the halls\\n23 Idylls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0367.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "354 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nOf Camelot, as in the days that were.\\nIperish by this people which I made,\\nTho Merlin sware that I should come again\\nTo rule once more but, let what will be, be,\\nI am so deeply smitten thro the helm\\nThat without help I cannot last till morn.\\nThou therefore take my brand Excalibur,\\nWhich was my pride: for thou rememberest\\nhow\\nIn those old days, one summer noon, an arm\\nRose up from out the bosom of the lake,\\nClothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful.\\nHolding the sword and how I row d across\\nAnd took it, and have worn it, like a king;\\nAnd, wheresoever I am sung or told\\nIn aftertime, this also shall be known\\nBut now delay not take Excalibur,\\nAnd fling him far into the middle mere:\\nWatch what thou seest, and lightly bring me\\nword.\\nTo him replied the bold Sir Bedivere,\\nIt is not meet. Sir King, to leave thee thus,\\nAidless, alone, and smitten thro the helm\\nA little thing may harm a wounded man\\nYet I thy hest will all perform at full,\\nWatch what I see, and lightly bring thee\\nword.\\nSo saying, from the ruin d shrine he stept.\\nAnd in the moon athwart the place of tombs,\\nWhere lay the mighty bones of ancient men,\\nOld knights, and over them the sea-wind sang\\nShrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping\\ndown", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0368.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 355\\nBy zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock,\\nCame on the shining levels of the lake.\\nThere drew he forth the brand Excalibur,\\nAnd o er him, drawing it, the winter moon,\\nBrightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth\\nAnd sparkled keen with frost against the hilt:\\nFor all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks,\\nMyriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth- work\\nOf subtlest jewellery. He gazed so long\\nThat both his eyes were dazzled as he stood,\\nThis way and that dividing the swift mind,\\nIn act to throw: but at the last it seem d\\nBetter to leave Excalibur conceal d\\nThere in the many-knotted waterflags,\\nThat whistled stiff and dry about the marge.\\nSo strode he back slow to the wounded King.\\nThen spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere\\nHast thou perform d my mission which I\\ngave\\nWhat is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?\\nAnd answer made the bold Sir Bedivere\\n**I heard the ripple washing in the reeds.\\nAnd the wild water lapping on the crag.\\nTo whom replied King Arthur, faint and\\npale:\\nThou hast betray d thy nature and thy name,\\nNot rendering true answer, as beseem d\\nThy fealty, nor like a noble knight\\nFor surer sign had follow d, either hand,\\nOr voice, or else a motion of the mere,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0369.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "856 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nThis is a shameful thing for men to lie.\\nYet now, I charge thee, quickly go again,\\nAs thou art lief and dear, and do the thing\\nI bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.\\nThen went Sir Bedivere the second time\\nAcross the ridge, and paced beside the mere,\\nCounting the dewy pebbles, fixed in thought\\nBut when he saw the wonder of the hilt,\\nHow curiously and strangely chased, he smote\\nHis palms together, and he cried aloud:\\n**And if indeed I cast the brand away,\\nSurely a precious thing, one worthy note,\\nShould thus be lost forever from the earth,\\nWhich might have pleased the eyes of many\\nmeii.\\nWhat good should follow this, if this were\\ndone?\\nWhat harm, undone? Deep harm to disobey,\\nSeeing obedience is the bond of rule.\\nWere it well to obey then, if a king demand\\nAn act unprofitable, against himself?\\nThe King is sick, and knows not what he does,\\nWhat record, or what relic of my lord\\nvShould be to aftertime, but empty breath\\nAnd rumors of a doubt? But wxre this kept,\\nStored in some treasure-house of mighty kings,\\nSome one might show it at a joust of arms.\\nSaying, *King Arthur s sword, Excalibur,\\nWrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake.\\nNine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps\\nUpon the hidden bases of the hills.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0370.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 357\\nSo might some old man speak in the aftertime\\nTo all the people, winning reverence.\\nBut now much honour and much fame were\\nlost.\\nSo spake he, clouded with his own conceit,\\nAnd hid Excalibur the second time,\\nAnd so strode back slow to the wounded King.\\nThen spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily\\nWhat is it thou hast seen? or what hast\\nheard?\\nAnd answer made the bold Sir Bedivere:\\nI heard the water lapping on the crag.\\nAnd the long ripple washing in the reeds.\\nTo whom replied King Arthur, much in\\nwrath\\nAh, miserable and unkind, untrue,\\nUnknightly, traitor-hearted Woe is me\\nAuthority forgets a dying king,\\nLaid widow d of the power in his eye\\nThat bow d the will. I see thee what thou art,\\nFor thou, the latest-left of all my knights.\\nIn whom should meet the offices of all,\\nThou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt\\nEither from lust of gold, or like a girl\\nValuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes.\\nYet, for a man may fail in duty twice.\\nAnd the third time may prosper, get thee\\nhence:\\nBut, if thou spare to fling Excalibur,\\nI will arise and slay thee with my hands.\\n24 idyls", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0371.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "358 IDYLLS OF THE KLNG.\\nThen quickly rose Sir Bedivere, and ran,\\nAnd, leaping down the ridges lightly, plunged\\nAmong the bulrush beds, and clutch d the\\nsword.\\nAnd strongly wheel d and threw it. The great\\nbrand\\nMade lightnings in the splendor of the moon,\\nAnd flashing round and round, and whirl d in\\nan arch,\\nShot like a streamer of the northern morn,\\nSeen where the moving isles of winter shock\\nBy night, with noises of the Northern Sea.\\nvSo flash d and fell the brand Excalibur:\\nBut ere he dipt the surface, rose an arm\\nClothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful.\\nAnd caught him by the hilt, and brandish d\\nhim\\nThree times, and drew him under in the mere.\\nAnd lightly went the other to the King.\\nThen spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker\\nbreath\\nNow see I by thine eyes that this is done.\\nSpeak out: what is it thou hast heard, or seen?\\nAnd answer made the bold Sir Bedivere\\nSir King, I closed mine eyelids, lest the gems\\nShould blind my purpose, for I never saw,\\nNor shall see, here or elsewhere, till I die.\\nNot tho I live three lives of mortal men,\\nSo great a miracle as yonder hilt.\\nThen with both hands I flung him, wheeling\\nhim;\\nBut when I look d again, behold an arm,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0372.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 359\\nClothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful,\\nThat caught him by the hilt, and brandish d\\nhim\\nThree times, and drew him under in the mere.\\nAnd answer made King Arthur, breathing\\nhard:\\nMy end draws nigh; tis time that I were\\ngone.\\nMake broad thy shoulders to receive my weight,\\nAnd bear me to the margin yet I fear\\nMy wound hath taken cold, and I shall die.\\nSo saying, from the pavement he half rose,\\nSlowly, with pain, reclining on his arm,\\nAnd looking wistfully with wide blue eyes\\nAs in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere\\nRemorsefully regarded thro his tears,\\nAnd would have spoken, but he found not\\nwords\\nThen took with care, and kneeling on one knee,\\nO er both his shoulders drew the languid hands,\\nAnd rising bore him thro the place of tombs.\\nBut, as he walk d, King Arthur panted hard.\\nLike one that feels a nightmare on his bed\\nWhen all the house is mute. So sigh d the\\nKing,\\nMuttering and murmuring at his ear, Quick,\\nquick\\nI fear it is too late, and I shall die.\\nBut the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge.\\nClothed with his breath, and looking, as he\\nwalk d.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0373.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "360 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nLarger than human on tlie frozen hills.\\nHe heard the deep behind him, and a cry\\nBefore. His own thought drove him like a\\ngoad.\\nDry clash d his harness in the icy caves\\nAnd barren chasms, and all to left and right\\nThe bare black cliff clang d round him, as he\\nbased\\nHis feet on juts of slippery crag that rang\\nSharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels\\nAnd on a sudden, lo! the level lake,\\nAnd the long glories of the winter morn.\\nThen saw they how there hove a dusky barge,\\nDark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern,\\nBeneath them and descending they were ware\\nThat all the decks were dense with stately\\nforms,\\nBlack-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream by\\nthese\\nThree Queens with crowns of gold and from\\nthem rose\\nA cry that shiver d to the tingling stars,\\nAnd, as it were one voice, an agony\\nOf lamentation, like a wind that shrills\\nAll night in a waste land, where no one comes,\\nOr hath come, since the making of the world.\\nThen murmur d Arthur, Place me in the\\nbarge.\\nSo to the barge they came. There those three\\nQueens\\nPut forth their hands, and took the King, and\\nwept.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0374.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 361\\nBut she, that rose the tallest of them all\\nAnd fairest, laid his head upon her lap,\\nAnd loosed the shatter d casque, and chafed his\\nhands.\\nAnd call d him by his name, complaining- loud.\\nAnd dropping bitter tears against a brow\\nStriped with dark blood for all his face was\\nwhite\\nAnd colorless, and like the winter d morn\\nSmote by the fresh beam of the springing east\\nAnd all his greaves and cuisses dash d with\\ndrops\\nOf onset and the light and lustrous curls\\nThat made his forehead like a rising sun\\nHigh from the dais-throne were parch d with\\ndust;\\nOr, clotted into points and hanging loose,\\nMix d with the knightly growth that fringed\\nhis lips.\\nSo like a shatter d column lay the King;\\nNot like that Arthur who, with lance in rest.\\nFrom spur to plume a star of tournament,\\nShot thro the lists at Camelot, and charged\\nBefore the eyes of ladies and of kings.\\nThen loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere\\n**Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go?\\nWhere shall I hide my forehead and my eyes?\\nFor now I see the true old times are dead,\\nWhen every morning brought a noble chance.\\nAnd every chance brought out a noble knight.\\nSuch times have been not since the light that\\nled\\nThe holy Elders with the gift of myrrh.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0375.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "362 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nBut now the whole Round Table is dissolved\\nWhich was an image of the mighty world,\\nAnd I, the last, go forth companionless,\\nAnd the days darken round me, and the years.\\nAmong new men, strange faces, other minds.\\nAnd slowly answer d Arthur from the barge\\nThe old order changeth, yielding place to\\nnew,\\nAnd God fulfills himself in many ways,\\nLest one good custom should corrupt the world.\\nComfort thyself: what comfort is in me?\\nI have lived my life, and that which I have\\ndone\\nMay He within himself make pure! but thou,\\nIf thou shouldst nevpv see my face again,\\nPray for my soul. More things are wrought\\nby prayer v\\nThan this world dreams of J Wherefore, let thy\\nvoice\\nRise like a fountain for me night and day.\\nFor what are men better than sheep or goats\\nThat nourish a blind life within the brain.\\nIf, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer\\nBoth for themselves and these who call them\\nfriend?\\nFor so the whole round earth is every way\\nBound by gold chains about the feet of God.\\nBut now farewell. I am going a long way\\nWith these thou seest if indeed I go\\n(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)\\nTo the island-valley of Avilion;\\nWhere falls not hail, or rain, or an)^ snow.\\nNor ever wind blows loudly but it lies", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0376.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 363\\nDeep-meadow d, happy, fair with orchard\\nlawns\\nAnd bowery hollows crown d with summer sea,\\nWhere I will heal me of my grievous wound.\\nSo said he, and the barge with oar and sail\\nMoved from the brink, like some full-breasted\\nswan\\nThat, fluting a wild carol ere her death,\\nRuffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood\\nWith swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere\\nRevolving many memories, till the hull\\nLook d one black dot against the verge of\\ndawn.\\nAnd on the mere the wailing died away.\\nBut when that moan had past for evermore.\\nThe stillness of the dead world s winter dawn\\nAmazed him, and he groan d The King is\\ngone.\\nAnd therewithal came on him the weird rhyme,\\nFrom the great deep to the great deep he\\ngoes.\\nWhereat he slowly turn d and slowly clomb\\nThe last hard footstep of that iron crag:\\nThence mark d the black hull moving yet, and\\ncried,\\nHe passeth to be King among the dead.\\nAnd after healing of his grievous wound\\nHe comes again; but if he come no more\\nO me, be yon dark Queens in yon black boat,\\nWho shriek d and wail d, the three whereat we\\ngazed", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0377.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "364 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nOn that high day, when, clothed with living\\nlight,\\nThey stood before his tKrone in silence, friends\\nOf Arthur, who should help him at his need?\\nThen from the dawn it seem d there came,\\nbut faint\\nAs from beyond the limit of the world.\\nLike the last echo born of a great cry,\\nSounds, as of some fair city were one voice\\nAround a king returning from his wars.\\nThereat once more he moved about, and\\nclomb\\nEv n to the highest he could climb, and saw,\\nStraining his eyes beneath an arch of hand.\\nOr thought he saw, the speck that bare the\\nKing,\\nDown that long water opening on the deep\\nSomewhere far off, pass on and on, and go\\nFrom less to less and vanish into light.\\nAnd the new sun rose bringing the new year.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0378.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 365\\nTO THE QUEEN.\\nO loyal to the royal in thyself,\\nAnd loyal to thy land, as this to thee\\nBear witness, that rememberable day,\\nWhen, pale as yet, and fever-worn, the Prince\\nWho scarce had pluck d his flickering life again\\nFrom halfway down the shadow of the grave.\\nPast with thee thro thy people and their love,.\\nAnd London roll d one tide of joy thro all\\nHer trebled millions, and loud leagues of man\\nAnd welcome! witness, too, the silent cry,\\nThe prayer of many a race and creed, and\\nclime\\nThunderless lightnings striking under sea\\nFrom sunset and sunrise of all thy realm,\\nAnd that true North, whereof we lately heard\\nA strain to shame us keep you to yourselves;\\nSo loyal is too costly friends you love\\nIs not a burthen loose the bond, and go.\\nIs this the tone of empire? here the faith\\nThat made us rulers? this, indeed, her voice\\nAnd meaning, whom the roar of Hougoumont\\nLeft mightiest of all peoples under heaven?\\nWhat shock has fool d her since, that she should\\nspeak\\nSo feebly? wealthier \u00e2\u0080\u0094wealthier hour by\\nhour\\nThe voice of Britain, or a sinking land,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0379.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "366 IDYLLS OF THE KING.\\nSome third-rate isle half-lost among her seas?\\nThere rang her voice, when the full city peal d\\nThee and th}^ Prince! The loyal to their crown\\nAre loyal to their own far sons, who love\\nOur ocean-empire with her boundless homes\\nFor ever-broadening- England, and her throne\\nIn our vast Orient, and one isle, one isle.\\nThat knows not her own greatness: if she\\nknows\\nAnd dreads it we are fall n. But thou my\\nQueen,\\nNot for itself, but thro thy living love\\nFor one to whom I made it o er his grave\\nSacred, accept this old imperfect tale,\\nNew-old, and shadowing Sense at war with\\nSoul\\nRather than that gray king, whose name, a\\nghost,\\nStreams like a cloud, man-shaped, from moun-\\ntain peak.\\nAnd cleaves to cairn and cromlech still; or\\nhim\\nOf Geoffrey s book, or him of Malleor s, one\\nTouch d by the adulterous finger of a time\\nThat hover d between war and wantonness.\\nAnd crownings and dethronements take withal\\nThy poet s blessing, and his trust that Heaven\\nWill blow the tempest in the distance back\\nFrom thine and ours: for some are scared, who\\nmark,\\nOr wisely or unwisel)^, signs of storm,\\nWaverings of every vane with every wind,\\nAnd wordy trucklings to the transient hour,\\nAnd fierce or careless looseners of the faith,", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0380.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "IDYLLS OF THE KING. 367\\nAnd Softness breeding scorn of simple life,\\nOr Cowardice, the child of lust for gold,\\nOr Labor, with a groan and not a voice,\\nOr Art with poisonous honey stol n from\\nFrance,\\nAnd that which knows, but careful for itself,\\nAnd that which knows not, ruling that which\\nknows\\nTo its own harm the goal of this great world\\nLies beyond sight yet if our slowly-grown\\nAnd crown d Republics crowning common-\\nsense.\\nThat saved her many times, not fail their\\nfears i\\nAre morning shadows huger than the shapes\\nThat cast them, not those gloomier which\\nforego\\nThe darkness of that battle in the West,\\nWhere all of high and holy dies away.", "height": "2774", "width": "1716", "jp2-path": "idyllsofking00ten_0381.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "1. 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