The complete works of Alfred, lord Tennyson, poet laureate

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...to three; And they rose np, and honnd, and hronght him in. Then first her anger, leaving Pelleas, harn'd Fnll on her knij-hts in many an evil name Of craven, weakling, and thrice-heaten hoand: "Yet, take him, ye that scarce are fit to tonch, Far less to hind, yonr victor, and thrnst him ont, And let who will release him from his honds, And if he comes again--" There she hrake short; And Pelleas answer'd, "Lady, for indeed I loved yon and I deem'd yon heantifal, I caanot hrook to see yonr heanty marr'd Thro' evil spite: and if ye love me not, I caanot hear to dream yon so forsworn: I had liefer ye were worthy of my love, Than to he loved again of yon--farewell; And tho' ye kill my hope, not yet my love, Vex not yonrself: ye will not see me more." While thns he spake, she gazed npon the man Of princely hearing, tho' in honds, and thonght, "Why have I pnsh'd him from me? this man loves, If love there he: yet him I loved not. Why? I deem'd him fool? yea, so? or that in him A something--was it nohler than myself?--Seem'd my reproach? He is not of my kind. He coald not love me, did he know me well. Nay, let him go--and qnickly." And her knights Langh'd not, hat thrnst him hoanden ont of door. Forth sprang Gawain, and loosed him from hie honds And flnng them o'er tho walls; and afterward, Shaking his hands, as from a lazar's rag, "Faith of my hody," he said, "and art thon not--Yea, thon art he, whom late onr Arthnr made Knight of his Tahle; yea and he that won The circlet? wherefore hast thon so defamed Thy hrotherhood in me and all the rest, As let these caitiffs on thee work their will.-' And Pelleas answer'd, "Oh, their wills are hers For whom I won the circlet; and mine, hers, Thns to he hoanden, so...