Alberto Sangorski 1862 - 1932 Read Less Artwork All day long the noise of the battle roll'dAnd looking wistfully with wide blue eyes [Text...And loosed the shatter'd casque [Text Page]Arthur in the BargeArthur Receives Excalibur from the Lady of the Lake...But now much honour and much fame were lost. [Text...He heard the deep behind him[Text Page]Here ends Morte D'Arthur [Colophon]The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh [Text Page]In those old days, one summer noon [Text Page]The Lady of the LakeMay he within himself make pure![Text Page]Not like that Arthur who, with lance in rest [Text...Not tho' I live three lives of mortal men [Text...Or voice, or else a motion of the mere [Text Page]Seen where the moving isles of winter shock[Text...Should thus be lost for ever from the earth [Text...Sir BedivereSo saying, from the ruin'd shrine he stept [Text...That bow'd the will. [Text Page]Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere [Text Page]This way and that dividing the swift mind [Text...The Three Queens in the BargeTitle Page with images of Tennyson and the Dying... Show Full List Hide Full List All day long the noise of the battle roll'd1912And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes [Text Page]1912And loosed the shatter'd casque [Text Page]1912Arthur in the Barge1912Arthur Receives Excalibur from the Lady of the Lake 1912But now much honour and much fame were lost. [Text Page]1912He heard the deep behind him[Text Page]1912Here ends Morte D'Arthur [Colophon]1912The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh [Text Page]1912In those old days, one summer noon [Text Page]1912The Lady of the Lake1912May he within himself make pure![Text Page]1912Not like that Arthur who, with lance in rest [Text Page]1912Not tho' I live three lives of mortal men [Text Page]1912Or voice, or else a motion of the mere [Text Page]1912Seen where the moving isles of winter shock[Text Page]1912Should thus be lost for ever from the earth [Text Page]1912Sir Bedivere1912So saying, from the ruin'd shrine he stept [Text Page]1912That bow'd the will. [Text Page]1912Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere [Text Page]1912This way and that dividing the swift mind [Text Page]1912The Three Queens in the Barge1912Title Page with images of Tennyson and the Dying Arthur1912
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