The Lady of the LakeUniversity Press, 1926 - 238 páginas The Lady of the Lake, Lady of Avalon, is the title name of the ruler of Avalon in the Arthurian legend. She plays a pivotal role in many stories, including giving King Arthur his sword Excalibur, enchanting Merlin, and raising Lancelot after the death of his father. Different writers and copyists give her name as Nimue, Viviane, Elaine, Niniane, Nivian, Nyneve, and Evienne, among other variations. The Lancelot-Grail Cycle provides a backstory for the Lady of the Lake, "Viviane," in the prose Merlin section, which takes place before the Lancelot Proper, though it was written later. There, Viviane learns her magic from Merlin, who becomes enamored of her. She refuses to give him her love until he has taught her all his secrets, after which she uses her power to trap him either in the trunk of a tree or beneath a stone, depending on the story and author. Though Merlin, through his power of foresight knows beforehand that this will happen, he is unable to counteract Viviane because of the "truth" this ability of foresight holds. He decides to do nothing for his situation other than to continue to teach her his secrets until she takes the opportunity to entrap and entomb him in a tree, a stone or a cave |
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... stand , 5 ΙΟ And stood conceal'd amid the brake , To view this Lady of the Lake . The maiden paused , as if again She thought to catch the distant strain . 15 With head up - raised , and look intent , 12 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
... stand , 5 ΙΟ And stood conceal'd amid the brake , To view this Lady of the Lake . The maiden paused , as if again She thought to catch the distant strain . 15 With head up - raised , and look intent , 12 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
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Walter Scott. With head up - raised , and look intent , And eye and ear attentive bent , And locks flung back , and lips apart , Like monument of Grecian art , In listening mood , she seem'd to stand , The guardian Naiad of the strand ...
Walter Scott. With head up - raised , and look intent , And eye and ear attentive bent , And locks flung back , and lips apart , Like monument of Grecian art , In listening mood , she seem'd to stand , The guardian Naiad of the strand ...
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... looks display'd The simple grace of silvan maid , In speech and gesture , form and face , Show'd she was come of gentle race . ' Twere strange , in ruder rank to find Such looks , such manners , and such mind . Each hint the Knight of ...
... looks display'd The simple grace of silvan maid , In speech and gesture , form and face , Show'd she was come of gentle race . ' Twere strange , in ruder rank to find Such looks , such manners , and such mind . Each hint the Knight of ...
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... look , Where easily his eye might reach The Harper on the islet beach , Reclined against a blighted tree , As wasted , grey , and worn as he . To minstrel meditation given , His reverend brow was raised to heaven , As from the rising ...
... look , Where easily his eye might reach The Harper on the islet beach , Reclined against a blighted tree , As wasted , grey , and worn as he . To minstrel meditation given , His reverend brow was raised to heaven , As from the rising ...
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... look as hermits throw , When angels stoop to soothe their woe , He gazed , till fond regret and pride Thrill'd to a tear , then thus replied : ' Loveliest and best ! thou little know'st The rank , the honours , thou hast lost ! L. L. 3 ...
... look as hermits throw , When angels stoop to soothe their woe , He gazed , till fond regret and pride Thrill'd to a tear , then thus replied : ' Loveliest and best ! thou little know'st The rank , the honours , thou hast lost ! L. L. 3 ...
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Página 70 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are...
Página 9 - Where glistening streamers waved and danced, The wanderer's eye could barely view The summer heaven's delicious blue ; So wondrous wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream.
Página 120 - Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Página 23 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Página 124 - Who ill deserved my courteous' care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.' 'I thank thee, Roderick, for the word! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell! and, ruth, begone!
Página 5 - Who shunned to stem the flooded Teith, — For twice that day, from shore to shore, The gallant stag swam stoutly o'er. Few were the stragglers, following far, That reached the lake of Vennachar ; And when the Brigg of Turk was won, The headmost horseman rode alone.
Página 172 - And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee. Yet once again farewell, thou Minstrel harp ! Yet once again forgive my feeble sway, And little reck I of the censure sharp May idly cavil at an idle lay.
Página 24 - Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.
Página 23 - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the day-break from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Página 119 - The rushes and the willow-wand Are bristling into axe and brand, And every tuft of broom gives life To plaided warrior armed for strife! That whistle garrisoned the glen At once with full five hundred men, As if the yawning hill to heaven A subterranean host had given.