Le Morte Arthur: Edited from the Harleian Ms. 2252 in the British MuseumFrederick James Furnivall |
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Allas Armys Arthur batayle battle beste blode blythe bolde Bors brother brought by-dene by-fore by-twene called comes courte dede dight downe dwelle Ector euyr fare felle fight folke foreste forthe fulle Glossary gonne grete hand haste hathe haue hende herte holde kene kinge knight kynge lady land launcelot launcelot du lake leave lenger lette lines lord loue lyffe lyonelle mador mare mayden mayne mode mordred Morte myght mykelle nere neuyr noble noght Preface Queen quene rede Rode Ryche Ryde Ryght sake sayd sette shuld slayne sone sore sorow sothe sought spake stede stode stronge syde syr gawayne thare thay ther thou thought thow thys toke tolde tyde Tylle tyme vpon vppon wele wende wente Whan wode wold wordis wound wylle wyth wyth-outen yiffe
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Page viii - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Page viii - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Page viii - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend t For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page viii - I am going a long way With these thou seest — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Page viii - For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest - — if indeed I go — For all my mind is clouded with a doubt — To the...
Page viii - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily : 'What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Page 12 - To Launcelot withouten lees. Launcelot hytte hym on the hode; The nexte way to ground he chese. Was none so stiff agayne hym stode, Fulle thynne he made the thikkest prees.
Page 9 - For to comf orte pat fayre may ; In hyr Armys she gan hym take And these wordis ganne she say : "Sir, bot yif that ye it make, Saff my lyff no leche may.
Page 92 - Syr, thynke that ye haue venquysshid many A bataille Throwgh grace that god hathe for you wrought ; ye shalle do now by my counsayle : Thynke on hym that you dere bought ; Wemen Ar frele of hyr entayle ; 2300 Sir, lettes not ynglande go to noght.
Page 3 - The kynge satte vppon his stede And forthe is went vppon his way; Sir Agraveyne for suche a nede At home by-lefte, for soth to say, 60 For men told in many a thede...