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.
Ballad of Sir Launcelot
"Riding the quest of the Grail alone,
Guinevere, Guinevere, pity me!
All thro' the day and the night I moan,
Yearning to catch but a glimpse of thee.
Tho' I make halt by the wan west sea,
Seeking a sign in the high God's name,
Lo, as I tremble and bow the knee,
Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame!
"Me have I scourged till the blood hath flown,
Weeping hot tears of misery;
Still thro' the day and the night I moan,
Yearning to catch but a glimpse of thee. --
Yea, have I striven and sought to flee,
Ever and ever the same -- the same --
Blinding my soul with sweet rarity,
Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame!
"Sleeping, I dreamed that the Grail was shown,
Marvellous bright with clemency;
Waking, I lay on the chancel-stone --
Ah, but I yearned for the touch of thee! --
Tho' I may bow and make piteous plea
Unto the Christ and our Holy Dame,
Sweeter by far than all visions be,
Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame."
ENVOY.
Guinevere maketh a day of glee, --
"Who is it cometh to join our game?" --
"Launcelot rideth with bridle free,
Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame."
Guinevere, Guinevere, pity me!
All thro' the day and the night I moan,
Yearning to catch but a glimpse of thee.
Tho' I make halt by the wan west sea,
Seeking a sign in the high God's name,
Lo, as I tremble and bow the knee,
Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame!
"Me have I scourged till the blood hath flown,
Weeping hot tears of misery;
Still thro' the day and the night I moan,
Yearning to catch but a glimpse of thee. --
Yea, have I striven and sought to flee,
Ever and ever the same -- the same --
Blinding my soul with sweet rarity,
Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame!
"Sleeping, I dreamed that the Grail was shown,
Marvellous bright with clemency;
Waking, I lay on the chancel-stone --
Ah, but I yearned for the touch of thee! --
Tho' I may bow and make piteous plea
Unto the Christ and our Holy Dame,
Sweeter by far than all visions be,
Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame."
ENVOY.
Guinevere maketh a day of glee, --
"Who is it cometh to join our game?" --
"Launcelot rideth with bridle free,
Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame."
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