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| | Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892 - "Morte D'Arthur" |
 | | 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." To whom replied King Arthur, much in wrath: "Ah, miserable and unkind, untrue, Unknightly, traitor-hearted! |
 | | Him Sir Bedivere 170 Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears, And would have spoken, but he found not words, Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee, O'er both his shoulders drew the languid hands, And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. |
 | | Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull 270 Look'd one fl dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. |
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