The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson (1899) (14761643976)

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Title: The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron, 1809-1892
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Publisher: Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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she slept she dreamdAn awful dream, for then she seemd to standOn some vast plain before a setting sun,And from the sun there swiftly made at herA ghastly something, and its shadow flewBefore it till it touchd her, and she turnd —When lo! her own, that broadening from her feet, 80 And blackening, swallowd all the land, and in itFar cities burnt, and with a cry she woke.And all this trouble did not pass but grew, GUINEVERE 555 Till even the clear face of the guile-less King, And trustful courtesies of householdlife, Became her bane ; and at the last shesaid : O Lancelot, get thee hence to thineown land, For if thou tarry we shall meet again, And if we meet again some evil chance Will make the smouldering scandalbreak and blaze 90 Before the people and our lord theKing. And Lancelot ever promised, but re-main d, And still they met and met. Againshe said, O Lancelot, if thou love me get theehence/ And then they mere agreed upon anight — When the good King should not bethere—to meet
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They rode to the divided way,There kissd, and parted weeping 556 IDYLLS OF THE KING And part for ever. Yivien, lurking, heard.She told Sir Modred. Passion-pale they metAnd greeted. Hands in hands, and eye to eye,Low on the border of her couch they sat ioo Stammering and staging. It was their last hour,A madness of farewells. And Modred broughtHis creatures to the basement of the towerFor testimony; and crying with full voice,Traitor, come out, ye are trapt at last/ arousedLancelot, who rushing outward lion-likeLeapt on him, and hurld him head-long, and he fellStunnd, and his creatures took and bare him off.And all was still. Then she, The end is come,And I am shamed for ever; and he said: no Mine be the shame, mine was the sin; but rise,And fly to my strong castle over-seas.There will I hide thee till my life shall end,There hold thee with my life against the world.She answerd: Lancelot, wilt thou hold me so ?Nay, friend, for we have taken our farewells.Would God that thou couldst hid