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

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