. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. / She mused a little, and then clapther handsTogether with a wailing shriek, andsaid : 1 Stabbd through the hearts affections to the heart! Seethed like the kid in its own mo-thers milk! Killd with a word worse than a lifeof blows! I thought that he was gentle, beinggreat; 0 God, that I had loved a smaller man! 1 should have found in him a greater heart. 871 O, I, that flattering my true passion, sawThe knights, the court, the King, dark in your light,Who loved to make men darker than they are,Because of that high pleasure which I hadTo
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. / She mused a little, and then clapther handsTogether with a wailing shriek, andsaid : 1 Stabbd through the hearts affections to the heart! Seethed like the kid in its own mo-thers milk! Killd with a word worse than a lifeof blows! I thought that he was gentle, beinggreat; 0 God, that I had loved a smaller man! 1 should have found in him a greater heart. 871 O, I, that flattering my true passion, sawThe knights, the court, the King, dark in your light,Who loved to make men darker than they are,Because of that high pleasure which I hadTo seat you sole upon my pedestalOf worship — I am answerd, and henceforthThe course of life that seemd so flow-ery to meWith you for guide and master, only you,Becomes the sea-cliff pathway broken short, 880 And ending in a ruin — nothing leftBut into some low cave to crawl, and there,If the wolf spare me, weep my life away,Killd with inutterable unkindliness. She paused, she turnd away, shehung her head,The snake of gold slid from her hair,the braid. MERLIN AND VIVIEN 485 Slipt and uncoild itself, she wept afresh, And the dark wood grew darker to-ward the stormIn silence, while his anger slowly diedWithin him, till he let his wisdom goFor ease of heart, and half believed her true; 891 Calld her to shelter in the hollow oak,Come from the storm, and having no reply,Gazed at the heaving shoulder and the faceHand-hidden, as for utmost grief or shame;Then thrice essayd, by tenderest- touching terms,To sleek her ruffled peace of mind, in last she let herself be conquerd by him,And as the cageling newly flown re-turns,The seeming-injured simple-hearted thing 900 Came to her old perch back, and set-tled while she sat, half-falling from his knees,Half-nestled at his heart, and since he sawThe slow tear creep from her closed eyelid yet,About her, more in kindness than in love,The gentle wizard cast a shielding she dislinkd herself at once and rose,Her arms
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