...of Avalon, — - "And the barge with oar and Bail Moved from the brink, like some full• breasted swan, That, fluting a wild carol, ere her death, Ruffles...cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs." Then the lovers awake from their moral slumbers, and end a life of troubled and sinful love with separation...

...loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow 'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown 'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound."...stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the huh1 Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended...

...and melting all hearts. We quote not, however, from " In Memoriam," but from " Mort d' Arthur :" " And the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink...full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Kuftles her pure cold plume and takes the flood With swarthy webs." And now for the sentence ! Deponent...

...loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound."...full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, RuiSes her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving...

...but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended Hall,...

...loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow' d, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound."...full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Euflles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Eevolving...

...but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended Hall,...

...but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved...Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the meer the wailing died away. Here ended Hall,...

...ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the world." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Mov'd from the brink, like some full-breasted • swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Euffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedevere Revolving...

...Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Euffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Eevolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere...