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Idylls of the King

by Tennyson Alfred Tennyson Baron

Author: Tennyson Alfred Tennyson Baron

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Idylls of the King is a cycle of twelve narrative poems written by the English poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson in the 19th century. The author has a goal to tell the legend of King Arthur and his knights in the form of poems. He focuses on him becoming a king, having a power and his betrayal and death from the hands of Mordred. The poems narrate about the attempts of King Arthur to establish a powerful and fair kingdom, also about the heroic deeds of different knights such as Lancelot, Geraint, Galahad, and Balin and Balan. The legends about Merlin and the Lady of the Lake are also included in the cycle. But on their background Author's image seems to be much more powerful and outstanding. The poems are composed in blank verse. They also contain a lot of wonderful nature descriptions which Tennyson was really fond of. The collection is recommended to everyone who likes legends and heroic deeds.

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...on ere the coming of Geraint. And still she looked, and still the terror grew Of that strange bright and dreadful thing, a court, All staring at her in her faded silk: And softly to her own sweet heart she said: 'This noble prince who won our earldom back, So splendid in his acts and his attire, Sweet heaven, how much I shall discredit him! Would he could tarry with us here awhile, But being so beholden to the Prince, It were but little grace in any of us, Bent as he seemed on going this third day, To seek a second favour at his hands. Yet if he could but tarry a day or two, Myself would work eye dim, and finger lame, Far liefer than so much discredit him. ' And Enid fell in longing for a dress All branched and flowered with gold, a costly gift Of her good mother, given her on the night Before her birthday, three sad years ago, That night of fire, when Edyrn sacked their house, And scattered all they had to all the winds: For while the mother showed it, and the two Were turning and...