Robbins Library Digital Projects Announcement: We are currently working on a large-scale migration of the Robbins Library Digital Projects to a new platform. This migration affects The Camelot Project, The Robin Hood Project, The Crusades Project, The Cinderella Bibliography, and Visualizing Chaucer.
While these resources will remain accessible during the course of migration, they will be static, with reduced functionality. They will not be updated during this time. We anticipate the migration project to be complete by Summer 2025.
If you have any questions or concerns, please contact us directly at robbins@ur.rochester.edu. We appreciate your understanding and patience.
While these resources will remain accessible during the course of migration, they will be static, with reduced functionality. They will not be updated during this time. We anticipate the migration project to be complete by Summer 2025.
If you have any questions or concerns, please contact us directly at robbins@ur.rochester.edu. We appreciate your understanding and patience.
King Arthur
O MORE than mortal king! though form of earth
Compass th' eternal spirit, that shall be
England's, what while the thunder of the sea
Inlocks her shores; our Arthur, fairy birth
Of nature's treasures, summed in one man's worth;
Mighty of heart to smite with pardon free
Thy friend, thy wife of youth, false, false to thee;—
Alone with death upon thy shivered hearth!
Come, read the ages mirrored in a glass,
As, by the glamour of the acted scene,
The glorious dawn of Albion that hath been
Shows forth her proud hereafter; in the hour
Of travail, while the living shadows pass,
Fraught with our passions by enchantment's power.
Compass th' eternal spirit, that shall be
England's, what while the thunder of the sea
Inlocks her shores; our Arthur, fairy birth
Of nature's treasures, summed in one man's worth;
Mighty of heart to smite with pardon free
Thy friend, thy wife of youth, false, false to thee;—
Alone with death upon thy shivered hearth!
Come, read the ages mirrored in a glass,
As, by the glamour of the acted scene,
The glorious dawn of Albion that hath been
Shows forth her proud hereafter; in the hour
Of travail, while the living shadows pass,
Fraught with our passions by enchantment's power.
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