Sir Lancelot, a Legend of the Middle Ages
Sir Lancelot, a Legend of the Middle Ages
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Thick swarms of ruddy sparks, far and wide, Splashes of flame, as from a fountain, flings, That reach in falling streaks the backward east : I see him there, as if about to step From off earth's rim into the setting sun, I see him in the strange ethereal calms, Those intermissions of discordant wind, When the white-shafted frost goes forth to shoot The lamp-like globes of the descending dew ; And thin blue meteors sail along the rims Of rosy avalanches, shrinking now, Now touching with a crisp ...and gentle sound The icy fringe ; while ever and anon An old snow-laden cedar softly shakes Its stiff black hair, and countless whirling stars, A whispering shower of stealthy parachutes, Sink to the earth ; and still, and still, far on Where mist-wreaths, like a crimson-wrinkled sea At sunset, steal along the quiet glens, I see the Figure, dimly magnified By roseate vapours, of the steadfast Jew.
For even thus I wandered with him once Through Dalest^n, and over Caucasus.
268 SIR LANCELOT. [bOOK And thence descending, by Telav, we came To Erivan, and in another week Beheld the sun set over Ararat.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Thick swarms of ruddy sparks, far and wide, Splashes of flame, as from a fountain, flings, That reach in falling streaks the backward east : I see him there, as if about to step From off earth's rim into the setting sun, I see him in the strange ethereal calms, Those intermissions of discordant wind, When the white-shafted frost goes forth to shoot The lamp-like globes of the descending dew ; And thin blue meteors sail along the rims Of rosy avalanches, shrinking now, Now touching with a crisp ...and gentle sound The icy fringe ; while ever and anon An old snow-laden cedar softly shakes Its stiff black hair, and countless whirling stars, A whispering shower of stealthy parachutes, Sink to the earth ; and still, and still, far on Where mist-wreaths, like a crimson-wrinkled sea At sunset, steal along the quiet glens, I see the Figure, dimly magnified By roseate vapours, of the steadfast Jew.
For even thus I wandered with him once Through Dalest^n, and over Caucasus.
268 SIR LANCELOT. [bOOK And thence descending, by Telav, we came To Erivan, and in another week Beheld the sun set over Ararat.
What to read after Sir Lancelot, a Legend of the Middle Ages?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Frederick William Faber to read onlineMoreLess
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