6/30/2023 0 Comments Happy bones poem"The worm that dieth not, the fire that is not quenched," begin their work long ere the cup has been emptied of its tempting poison and the one gnaws fiercer, the other burns deeper, in proportion to the capability of good from which the sinner has fallen-in proportion to the truth and tenderness of the tortured heart that seems meant for better things.Īnd Guinevere. Yes, there is retribution even here for the sweet, seductive sin. Hath marred his face, and marked it ere his time." In battle with the love he bare his lord. "The great and guilty love he bare the queen, One other has been over the same ground before him, the great magician who with a wave of his wand has created for us gleaming blade and glittering hauberk, mail and plate, and managed steeds caparisoned, lances shivered to the grasp, sweet pale faces looking down on the mimic war beneath, and all the pomp, panoply, and prestige of an ideal chivalry, when As the Californian digger in his prospect "washes, and sifts, and searches, till from a mass of rubbish and impurities he separates the nugget of virgin ore, so from the lavish confusion of rich material to be found in that collection of early romance called "La Morte d'Arthur," the Laureate has wrought out a poem precious in its own intrinsic merit as the purest metal that was ever beaten into a crown of gold. So lofty is it in conception, so grand in treatment, so fair, so noble, so elevating, and yet so real. AMONGST all the works of our great poet, works in which criticism, searching diligently for flaws, discovers every day new beauties, surely this noble poem is the very crown and masterpiece.Ĭompared even, with the productions of his own genius, Guinevere always seems to me like a statue in the midst of oil-paintings.
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