Willy Pogány 1882 - 1955 Read Less Artwork Above His Shoulder a Great Spear Rose HighAlighted Ferris, Sword in Hand to KillAll Grew Giant-Hearted with their LordAt Length He Mounted, and Crossed O'er the Lowered...At Length He mounted, and Crosser O'er the Lowered...Background IllustrationBehold the Sacred SpearBehold the Swan-Lord and His Daughter FairBeneath the Oaks of MontsalvatBewildered Stood ParsifalThe Calling of Parsifal The Coming of the Grail Contents PageA Crystal Chalice . . . That Seemed to Pulse Forth...The Cup and Spear - SmallThe Cup and SpearDeathless, and parch'd With ThirstEach Knight Rode Mighty with the Strength of Ten The Flag that Thou Must FollowGrey Twilight for that Aged PairGroaning, At His Side He ClutchedHe . . . Traced Upon Her Brow the Sign of ChristHe Saw an Aged Man Beside the BrinkThe High Mysterious CallInto the Shadowy Wood He Took His WayIntroductionIntroduction and Part I Background IllustrationKundryKundry, the Lady of the ForestLeaning On His Lance Stood Parsifal No Medicine May Heal Amfortas' WoundNo Medicine May Heal Amfortas' Wound - SmallParsifalParsifal and AmfortasParsifal Heals AmfortasParsifal in the ForestParsifal PrayingParsifal Swung It in His Joyous MoodParsifal the Fool Parsifal-Half-TitleParsifal-Title PagePart VI: Background IllustrationPart VI: The DelivererShe, Amaz'd, Recoiled a StepSilent and Pale Was KundrySlow and Without a Word They Turned Them HomeSo Fared He On A Span Deep in His Side I Drove It - SmallA Span Deep in His Side I Drove ItThe SpearStill Mute . . . Stood Young ParsifalStranger Things Their Eyes Were Still to SeeThey Clung Together, By One Impulse Sweet UnitedThey Turned the Tide of Some Disastrous FightThis was Kundry . . . Angry, Asham'dThus Were His Lips By Courtly Devoir Seal'dThy Mother Secretly Fled From Her Lordly Castle Time With Alll the Stor'd Up Weight of All Her...Titurel and the Grail Titurel Bore It Homeward ReverentlyTiturel, the Valiant Pious KnightUpon Her Scarlet Lips He Kiss'd Her Vainly Had He Yearn'd To Be Enroll'd Among That...A Woman's Face . . . With Grey Locks and Eyes of...A Wondrous Palace, Never Built with HandsThe Wounding of Amfortas Show Full List Hide Full List Above His Shoulder a Great Spear Rose High1912Alighted Ferris, Sword in Hand to Kill1912All Grew Giant-Hearted with their Lord1912At Length He Mounted, and Crossed O'er the Lowered Drawbridge - Small1912At Length He mounted, and Crosser O'er the Lowered Drawbridge1912Background Illustration1912Behold the Sacred Spear1912Behold the Swan-Lord and His Daughter Fair1912Beneath the Oaks of Montsalvat1912Bewildered Stood Parsifal1912The Calling of Parsifal 1912The Coming of the Grail 1912Contents Page1912A Crystal Chalice . . . That Seemed to Pulse Forth Light1912The Cup and Spear - Small1912The Cup and Spear1912Deathless, and parch'd With Thirst1912Each Knight Rode Mighty with the Strength of Ten 1912The Flag that Thou Must Follow1912Grey Twilight for that Aged Pair1912Groaning, At His Side He Clutched1912He . . . Traced Upon Her Brow the Sign of Christ1912He Saw an Aged Man Beside the Brink1912The High Mysterious Call1912Into the Shadowy Wood He Took His Way1912Introduction1912Introduction and Part I Background Illustration1912Kundry1912Kundry, the Lady of the Forest1912Leaning On His Lance Stood Parsifal 1912No Medicine May Heal Amfortas' Wound1912No Medicine May Heal Amfortas' Wound - Small1912Parsifal1912Parsifal and Amfortas1912Parsifal Heals Amfortas1912Parsifal in the Forest1912Parsifal Praying1912Parsifal Swung It in His Joyous Mood1912Parsifal the Fool 1912Parsifal-Half-Title1912Parsifal-Title Page1912Part VI: Background Illustration1912Part VI: The Deliverer1912She, Amaz'd, Recoiled a Step1912Silent and Pale Was Kundry1912Slow and Without a Word They Turned Them Home1912So Fared He On 1912A Span Deep in His Side I Drove It - SmallA Span Deep in His Side I Drove It1912The Spear1912Still Mute . . . Stood Young Parsifal1912Stranger Things Their Eyes Were Still to See1912They Clung Together, By One Impulse Sweet United1912They Turned the Tide of Some Disastrous Fight1912This was Kundry . . . Angry, Asham'd1912Thus Were His Lips By Courtly Devoir Seal'd1912Thy Mother Secretly Fled From Her Lordly Castle 1912Time With Alll the Stor'd Up Weight of All Her Centuries Smote Her1912Titurel and the Grail 1912Titurel Bore It Homeward Reverently1912Titurel, the Valiant Pious Knight1912Upon Her Scarlet Lips He Kiss'd Her 1912Vainly Had He Yearn'd To Be Enroll'd Among That Band1912A Woman's Face . . . With Grey Locks and Eyes of Fire 1912A Wondrous Palace, Never Built with Hands1912The Wounding of Amfortas1912
