Morte D�Arthur (Partial) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
. 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