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...divere, 
Back to the court of Arthur answering yea. 

Then Arthur charged his warrior whom he loved 
And honoured most, Sir Lancelot, to ride forth 
And bring the Queen;--and watched him from the gates: 
And Lancelot past away among the flowers, 
(For then was latter April) and returned 
Among the flowers, in May, with Guinevere. 
To whom arrived, by Dubric the high saint, 
Chief of the church in Britain, and before 
The stateliest of her altar-shrines, the King 
That morn wa...Read more of this...

...ange of roses the great Queen 
Came with slow steps, the morning on her face; 
And all in shadow from the counter door 
Sir Lancelot as to meet her, then at once, 
As if he saw not, glanced aside, and paced 
The long white walk of lilies toward the bower. 
Followed the Queen; Sir Balin heard her 'Prince, 
Art thou so little loyal to thy Queen, 
As pass without good morrow to thy Queen?' 
To whom Sir Lancelot with his eyes on earth, 
'Fain would I still be loyal to the Queen.'...Read more of this...

...will, and make her wed with him: 
And but delays his purport till thou send 
To do the battle with him, thy chief man 
Sir Lancelot whom he trusts to overthrow, 
Then wed, with glory: but she will not wed 
Save whom she loveth, or a holy life. 
Now therefore have I come for Lancelot.' 

Then Arthur mindful of Sir Gareth asked, 
'Damsel, ye know this Order lives to crush 
All wrongers of the Realm. But say, these four, 
Who be they? What the fashion of the men?' 

'They be of...Read more of this...

...etwixt her best 
Enid, and lissome Vivien, of her court 
The wiliest and the worst; and more than this 
He saw not, for Sir Lancelot passing by 
Spied where he couched, and as the gardener's hand 
Picks from the colewort a green caterpillar, 
So from the high wall and the flowering grove 
Of grasses Lancelot plucked him by the heel, 
And cast him as a worm upon the way; 
But when he knew the Prince though marred with dust, 
He, reverencing king's blood in a bad man, 
Made suc...Read more of this...

...o, the prize
Of Tristram in the jousts of yesterday,
Came Tristram, saying, "Why skip ye so, Sir Fool?"

For Arthur and Sir Lancelot riding once
Far down beneath a winding wall of rock
Heard a child wail. A stump of oak half-dead.
From roots like some black coil of carven snakes,
Clutch'd at the crag, and started thro' mid air
Bearing an eagle's nest: and thro' the tree
Rush'd ever a rainy wind, and thro' the wind
Pierced ever a child's cry: and crag and tree
Scaling, Sir Lan...Read more of this...

...ipes of even, 
`Black nest of rats,' he groaned, `ye build too high.' 

Not long thereafter from the city gates 
Issued Sir Lancelot riding airily, 
Warm with a gracious parting from the Queen, 
Peace at his heart, and gazing at a star 
And marvelling what it was: on whom the boy, 
Across the silent seeded meadow-grass 
Borne, clashed: and Lancelot, saying, `What name hast thou 
That ridest here so blindly and so hard?' 
`No name, no name,' he shouted, `a scourge am I 
To las...Read more of this...

...between the barley-sheaves, 
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, 75 
And flamed upon the brazen greaves 
Of bold Sir Lancelot. 
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd 
To a lady in his shield, 
That sparkled on the yellow field, 80 
Beside remote Shalott. 

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, 
Like to some branch of stars we see 
Hung in the golden Galaxy. 
The bridle bells rang merrily 85 
As he rode down to Camelot: 
And from his blazon'd baldric slung 
A might...Read more of this...

...the prize 
Of Tristram in the jousts of yesterday, 
Came Tristram, saying, `Why skip ye so, Sir Fool?' 

For Arthur and Sir Lancelot riding once 
Far down beneath a winding wall of rock 
Heard a child wail. A stump of oak half-dead, 
From roots like some black coil of carven snakes, 
Clutched at the crag, and started through mid air 
Bearing an eagle's nest: and through the tree 
Rushed ever a rainy wind, and through the wind 
Pierced ever a child's cry: and crag and tree 
Sc...Read more of this...

...out 
The pleasant town of Roundabout, 
The roads they simply bound about 
To find out where it is. 

Some say that when Sir Lancelot 
Went forth to find the Grail, 
Grey Merlin wrinkled up the roads 
For hope that he would fail; 
All roads lead back to Lyonesse 
And Camelot in the Vale, 
I cannot yield assent to this 
Extravagant hypothesis, 
The plain, shrewd Briton will dismiss 
Such rumours (Daily Mail). 
But in the streets of Roundabout 
Are no such factions found, 
Or th...Read more of this...

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