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.
Musing on Camelot and Avalon
Musing on Camelot and Avalon
I dreamed you stood before me, Guenevere,
And I was Launcelot, your heart's most dear.
But when of Arthur, him I thought upon
Who loved us both so well, and how anon
There fell from lips of that most envious peer,
Sir Agrivain, the word we came to fear,–
And now that iron face turned deathly wan:–
Then seemed I to repent me of our sin
The which we gave up earth and heaven for.
We knew no greater joy than love to win.
And love was rooted deep in our heart's core!
But honor fights back to an origin,
And there are gods we cannot long ignore.
I dreamed you stood before me, Guenevere,
And I was Launcelot, your heart's most dear.
But when of Arthur, him I thought upon
Who loved us both so well, and how anon
There fell from lips of that most envious peer,
Sir Agrivain, the word we came to fear,–
And now that iron face turned deathly wan:–
Then seemed I to repent me of our sin
The which we gave up earth and heaven for.
We knew no greater joy than love to win.
And love was rooted deep in our heart's core!
But honor fights back to an origin,
And there are gods we cannot long ignore.