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Parsifal, or the Legend of the Holy Grail Retold from Antient Sources with Acknowledgement to the "Parsifal" of Richard Wagner

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Parsifal, or the Legend of the Holy Grail Retold from Antient Sources with Acknowledgement to the "Parsifal" of Richard Wagner


Publisher Location: New York
Publisher Name: T.Y. Crowell and Co.
Publication Date: 1912
Images
Above His Shoulder a Great Spear Rose High
Alighted Ferris, Sword in Hand to Kill
All Grew Giant-Hearted with their Lord
At Length He Mounted, and Crossed O'er the Lowered Drawbridge - Small
At Length He mounted, and Crosser O'er the Lowered Drawbridge
Background Illustration
Behold the Sacred Spear
Behold the Swan-Lord and His Daughter Fair
Beneath the Oaks of Montsalvat
Bewildered Stood Parsifal
The Calling of Parsifal
The Coming of the Grail
Contents Page
A Crystal Chalice . . . That Seemed to Pulse Forth Light
The Cup and Spear - Small
The Cup and Spear
Deathless, and parch'd With Thirst
Each Knight Rode Mighty with the Strength of Ten
The Flag that Thou Must Follow
Grey Twilight for that Aged Pair
Groaning, At His Side He Clutched
He . . . Traced Upon Her Brow the Sign of Christ
He Saw an Aged Man Beside the Brink
The High Mysterious Call
Into the Shadowy Wood He Took His Way
Introduction
Introduction and Part I Background Illustration
Kundry
Kundry, the Lady of the Forest
Leaning On His Lance Stood Parsifal
No Medicine May Heal Amfortas' Wound
No Medicine May Heal Amfortas' Wound - Small
Parsifal
Parsifal and Amfortas
Parsifal Heals Amfortas
Parsifal in the Forest
Parsifal Praying
Parsifal Swung It in His Joyous Mood
Parsifal the Fool
Parsifal-Half-Title
Parsifal-Title Page
Part VI: Background Illustration
Part VI: The Deliverer
She, Amaz'd, Recoiled a Step
Silent and Pale Was Kundry
Slow and Without a Word They Turned Them Home
So Fared He On
A Span Deep in His Side I Drove It
The Spear
Still Mute . . . Stood Young Parsifal
Stranger Things Their Eyes Were Still to See
They Clung Together, By One Impulse Sweet United
They Turned the Tide of Some Disastrous Fight
This was Kundry . . . Angry, Asham'd
Thus Were His Lips By Courtly Devoir Seal'd
Thy Mother Secretly Fled From Her Lordly Castle
Time With Alll the Stor'd Up Weight of All Her Centuries Smote Her
Titurel and the Grail
Titurel Bore It Homeward Reverently
Titurel, the Valiant Pious Knight
Upon Her Scarlet Lips He Kiss'd Her
Vainly Had He Yearn'd To Be Enroll'd Among That Band
A Woman's Face . . . With Grey Locks and Eyes of Fire
A Wondrous Palace, Never Built with Hands
The Wounding of Amfortas


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