Morte D�Arthur (Partial) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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So all day long the noise of battle roll�d
Among the mountains by the winter sea;
Until King Arthur�s table, man by man,
Had fallen in Lyonnesse about their Lord,
King Arthur: then, because his wound was deep,
The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him,
Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights,
And bore him to a chapel nigh the field,
A broken chancel with a broken cross,
That stood on a
So all day long the noise of battle roll�d
Among the mountains by the winter sea;
Until King Arthur�s table, man by man,
Had fallen in Lyonnesse about their Lord,
King Arthur: then, because his wound was deep,
The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him,
Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights,
And bore him to a chapel nigh the field,
A broken chancel with a broken cross,
That stood on a
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