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And dropping bitter tears against his brow
Stiped with dark blood: for all his face was white
And colorless, and like the wither’d moon…

Illustration by D. Maclise to Morte D’arthur, from Gems from Tennyson, Boston, 1866.
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And dropping bitter tears against his brow
Stiped with dark blood: for all his face was white
And colorless, and like the wither’d moon…

Illustration by D. Maclise to Morte D’arthur, from Gems from Tennyson, Boston, 1866.
Via archive.org.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010
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Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur
Which was my pride: for thou remeberest how
In those old days, one summer noon, an arm
Rose up from out the bosom of the lake…

Illustration by D. Maclise to Morte D’arthur, from Gems from Tennyson, Boston, 1866.
Via archive.org.

higher resolution

Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur
Which was my pride: for thou remeberest how
In those old days, one summer noon, an arm
Rose up from out the bosom of the lake…

Illustration by D. Maclise to Morte D’arthur, from Gems from Tennyson, Boston, 1866.
Via archive.org.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010