Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream—by theseThree Queens with crowns of gold—and from them roseA cry that shiver’d to the tingling stars,
Read the excerpt from Le Morte d’Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory.And when they were at the water side, even fast by the bank hoved a little barge with many fair ladies in it, and among them all was a queen, and all they had black hoods, and all they wept and shrieked when they saw King Arthur.Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.Beneath them; and descending they were wareThat all the decks were dense with stately formsBlack-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream—by theseThree Queens with crowns of gold—and from them roseA cry that shiver’d to the tingling stars,
Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.So saying, from the ruin’d shrine he steptAnd in the moon athwart the place of tombs,Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men,Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sangShrill, chill, with flakes of foam.
Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.But when I look’d again, behold an arm,Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful,That caught him by the hilt, and brandish’d himThree times, and drew him under in the mere.
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