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Gareth And Lynette
Author: Alfred Tennyson

GARETH AND LYNETTE ETC. BY ALFRED TENNYSON, D. C. L. POET LAUREATE STRAHAN CO. 56, LUDGATE HILL, LONDON 1872 All rights reserved AF these two Idylls, GAEETH follows THE COMING OF ARTHUR, and THE LAST TOURNAMENT imme diately precedes GUINEVERE. The concluding volumes of the Library Edition will contain the whole series in its proper shape and ord... more »er. GAEETH AND LYNETTE. GABETH AND LYNETTE. HHHE last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring Stared at the spate. A slender-shafted Pino Lost footing, fell, and so was whirld away. How ho went down, said Gareth, as a false knight Or evil king before my lance if lance Were mine to use senseless cataf act, Bearing all down in thy precipitancy And yet thou art but swollen with cold snows, And mine is living blood thou dost His will, The Makers, and not knowest, and I that know, strength and wit, in my good mothers hall 4 GARETH AND LTOETTE. Linger with vacillating obedience, Prisond, and kept and coaxd and whistled to Since the good mother holds me still a child Good mother is bad mother unto me A worse were better yet no worse would I. Heaven yield her for it, but in me put force To weary her ears with one continuous prayer, Untfl she let me fly discaged to sweep In ever-highering eagle - circles up To the great Sun of Glory, and thence swoop Down upon all things base, and dash them dead, A knight of Arthur, working out his will, To cleanse the world. Why, Gawain, when he came With Modred hither in the summertime, Askd me to tilt with him, the proven knight. Modred for want of worthier was the judge. Then I so shook him in the saddle, he said, l Thou hast half prevailed against me, said GARETH AND LYNETTE. Tho Modred biting his thin lips was mute, For he is alway sullen what care I And Gareth went, and hovering round her chair Askd, Mother, tho ye count me still the child, Sweet mother, do ye love the child She laughd, Thou art but a wild-goose to question it. 1 4 Then, mother, an ye love the child, he said, 4 Being a goose and rather tame than wild, Hear the childs story. Yea, my well-beloved, An twere but of the goose and golden eggs. And Gareth answerd her with kindling eyes, Nay, nay, good mother, but this egg of mine Was finer gold than any goose can lay For this an Eagle, a royal Eagle, laid Almost beyond eye-reach, on such a palm . s glitters gilded in thy Book of Hours. 6 GAKETH AND LYNETTE. And there was ever haunting round the palm A lusty youth, but poor, who often saw The splendour sparkling from aloft, and thought An I could climb and lay my hand upon it, Then were I wealthier than a leash of kings. But ever when he reachd a hand to climb, One, that had loved him from his childhood, caught And stayd him, Climb not lest thou break thy neck, I charge thee by my love, and so the boy, Sweet mother, neither clomb, nor brake his neck, But brake his very heart in pining for it, And past away To whom the mother said, True love, sweet son, had riskd himself and climbd, And handed down the golden treasure to him. And Gareth answered her with kindling eyes, Gold said I sold av then, whv he. or she.

ISBN-13: 9781406707595
ISBN-10: 1406707597
Publication Date: 3/15/2007
Pages: 160
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Publisher: Gardner Press
Book Type: Paperback
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