This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ... TALIESIN. FIRST MOVEMENT. The Forest of Broceliande. Taliesin lies asleep under the thick-leaved trees, a harp by his side. The voices of unseen Spirits are heard, singing. Voices. Here falls no light of sun nor stars No stir nor striving here intrudes; No moan nor merrymaking mars The quiet of these ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ... TALIESIN. FIRST MOVEMENT. The Forest of Broceliande. Taliesin lies asleep under the thick-leaved trees, a harp by his side. The voices of unseen Spirits are heard, singing. Voices. Here falls no light of sun nor stars No stir nor striving here intrudes; No moan nor merrymaking mars The quiet of these solitudes. Submerged in sleep, the passive soul Is one with all the things that seem; Night blurs in one confused whole Alike the dreamer and the dream. O dwellers in the busy town! For dreams you smile, for dreams you weep. Come out, and lay your burdens down! Come out; there is no God but Sleep. The branches are pressed apart, and the young knight, Sir Percival, pushes his way through them. Perctval. No path, no beacon of directing stars, No outlet from perpetual wandering! Three days have I sought vainly through this wood; And yet I fear to sleep. The heavy air Enwraps me with a drowsiness so strange I dare not yield to it.--What youth is this? A minstrel, by his harp. Alas, he sleeps As if he ne'er would wake again. Soho! Awake! lest you should sleep into your death. Taliesin awaking). Dreams, but I fain would know wherefore we dream. Percival. Shake off your slumber now and answer me. I am Sir Percival, three days ago Made Knight of the Round Table. Who art thou? Taliesin. I was the bard at Elphin's court, whose realm The encroaching sea o'erthrew. And now I go To seek the halls of Arthur, for a bard Must live at courts, and where the life of men Is densest and the struggle is most fierce. Percival. Men speak at Camelot of Taliesin, And call him the new Merlin. Ay, the King Himself has spoken of you, and I know That you will be right welcome. But how comes it That you are here so far from the right way? Taliesin. This is the mystic...
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Add this copy of Lancelot and Guenevere: a Poem in Drama, Volume 4... to cart. $41.36, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Hialeah, FL, UNITED STATES, published 2012 by Nabu Press.
