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She knows him, and black fears bedim Those eyes ; she offers to his gaze The blue-veined breasts that suckled him In childhood’s sweet and solemn days. Weeping she bares the holy womb! Shrieks out the mother’s last appeal : And reads irrevocable doom In those dread eyes of ice and steel. He winds his horn: his warriors pour In thousands on the fenceless foe; The sunset stains their hideous war With crimson bars of after-glow. He winds his horn : the night-stars leap To light ; upspring the sisters seven ; While answering flames illume the deep,…
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62 The knight at last wins to behold The full conception. Breathless-blue The fair lake’s mirror crystal-cold Wherein he gazes, keen to view The vast Design therein, to chase The Beast to his last avenue. Then—O thou gosling scant of grace! The dream breaks, and Sir Palamede Wakes to the glass of his fool’s face! “ Ah, ’sdeath!” (quod he), “by thought and deed This brute for ever mocketh me. The lance is made a broken reed, The brain is but a barren tree— For all the beautiful Design Is but mine own geometry!” With that his wrath brake out like…
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XXVI Srr PaLaMEDE the Saracen Hath gotten him a swift canoe, Paddled by stalwart South Sea men. They cleave the oily breasts of blue, Straining toward the westering disk Of the tall sun; they battle through Those weary days; the wind is brisk; The stars are clear; the moon is high. Now, even as a white basilisk That slayeth all men with his eye, Stands up before them tapering The cone of speechless sanctity. Up, up its slopes the pilgrims swing, Chanting their pagan gramarye Unto the dread volcano-king. “ Now, then, by Goddes reed!” quod he, “ …
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…of many a myriad men, Following exultant into fight Sir Palamede the Saracen. Now when a year and day are done Sir Palamedes is aware Of blue pavilions in the sun, And bannerets fluttering in the air. Forward he spurs; his armour gleams; Then on his haunches rears the steed; Above the lordly silk there streams The pennon of Sir Palamede! Aflame, a bridegroom to his spouse, He rides to meet with galliard grace Some scion of his holy house, Or germane to his royal race.
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XIII Sir PALAMEDE is come anon Into a blue delicious bay. A mountain towers thereupon, Wherein some fiend of ages gone Is whelmed by God, yet from his breast Spits up the flame, and ashes grey. Hereby Sir Palamede his quest Pursues withouten let or rest. Seeing the evil mountain be, Remembering all his evil years, He knows the Questing Beast runs free— Author of Evil, then, is he! Whereat immediate resounds The noise he hath sought so long: appears There quest a thirty couple hounds Within its belly as it bounds. Lifting his eyes, he sees at la…
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…ll They sank and soared. Last to the light Of the great sun himself they flew, Piercing the borders of the night, Passing the irremeable blue. Far into space beyond the stars At last they came. And there he knew All the blind reasonable bars Broken, and all the emotions stilled, And all the stains and all the scars Left him; so like a child he thrilled With utmost knowledge; all his soul, With perfect sense and sight fulfilled,
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Ill TueErE is a rock by Severn mouth Whereon a mighty castle stands, Fronting the blue impassive South And looking over lordly lands. Oh! high above the envious sea This fortress dominates the tides ; There, ill at heart, the chivalry Of strong Sir Palamede abides. Now comes irruption from the folk That live by murder: day by day The good knight strikes his deadly stroke; The vultures claw the attended prey. But day by day the heathen hordes Gather from dreadful lands afar, A myriad myriad bows and swords, As clouds that blot the morning star. …
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…e glittering knight Galloped along the sounding shore, His silver arms one lake of light, Their clash one symphony of war. How still the blue enamoured sea Lay in the blaze of Syria’s noon! The eternal roll eternally Beat out its monotonic tune. Sir Palamede the Saracen A dreadful vision here espied, A sight abhorred of gods and men, Between the limits of the tide. The dead man’s tongue was torn away; The dead man’s throat was slit across ; There flapped upon the putrid prey A carrion, screaming albatross.
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…al into life and death, But oh! the foulness of his face! Not here was anything of worth ; He turned his back upon the place, Sought the blue sky and the green earth, Ay! and the lustral sea to cleanse That filth that stank about his girth,
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…when as they drew Unto the palace and the feast He put his littlest finger to The dwarf, who rose to upper air, Piercing the far eternal blue Beyond the reach of song or prayer. Then did Sir Palamede amend His nakedness, his horrent hair, 23
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…he wisest monk in Christendom May have his skull broke by a fact.” With that, as a snake strikes, his sword Leapt burning to the burning blue; And fell, one swift, assured award, Stabbing that hunchback through and through.
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…d rides fast, be sure ! The listening Palamede bites through His thin white lips—what hoofs are those? Are they the Quest? How still and blue The sky is! Hush—God knows—God knows ! Then on a sudden in the midst of them Is a swart god, from hoof to girdle a goat, Upon his brow the twelve-star diadem And the King’s Collar fastened on his throat. Thrill upon thrill courseth through Palamede. Life, life, pure life is bubbling in his blood. All youth comes back, all strength, all joy indeed Flaming within that throbbing spirit-flood! 103
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…eth. He approveth the vengeance of his peers. ii, On the shore of Arabia he findeth his mother in the embrace of a loathly negro beneath blue pavilions. Her he slayeth, and burneth all that encampment. iii, Sir Palamede is besieged in his castle by Severn mouth, and his wife and son are slain, iv. Hearing that his fall is to be but the prelude to an attack on Camelot, he maketh a desperate night sortie, and will traverse the wilds of Wales. y. At the end of his resources among the Welsh mountains, he is compelled to put to death his only remain…
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…s sense of geometry ; and is therefore no proof. Meditating upon this likeness to himself—Its subjectivity, in short —he seeth It in the Blue Lake. Thither plunging, all is shattered. xxiii, Seeking It in shrines he findeth but a money-box; while they that helped him (as they said) in his search, but robbed him. xxiv. Arguing Its obscurity, he seeketh It within the bowels of Etna, cutting off all avenues of sense. His own thoughts pursue him into madness. vi