Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore

The Lost Land of King Arthur

“What an enormous camera-obscura magnifier is Tradition! How a thing grows in the human Memory, in the human Imagination, when love, worship, and all that lies in the human Heart, are there to encourage it!”--_Carlyle._

Chapters

10. CHAPTER X

“And so they rowed from the land; and Sir Bedivere beheld all the ladies go with him. Then Sir Bedivere cried, Ah my Lord Arthur, what shall become of me now ye go from me, and...

1. CHAPTER I

“What an enormous camera-obscura magnifier is Tradition! How a thing grows in the human Memory, in the human Imagination, when love, worship, and all that lies in the human Hear...

6. CHAPTER VI

“Full fifteen years, and more, were sped; Each brought new wreaths to Arthur’s head. Twelve bloody fields, with glory fought, The Saxons to subjection brought; Rython, the might...

2. CHAPTER II

“I betook me among those lofty fables and romances which recount in solemn cantos the deeds of knighthood founded by our victorious kings, and from hence had in renown over all...

4. CHAPTER IV

“There is a place within The winding Severne sea, On mids of rock, about whose foote The tydes turn, keeping play, A tower-y toppèd castle here, Wide blazeth over all, Which Cor...

7. CHAPTER VII

“With tabor blithe and bugle sound, Unto King Arthur’s Table Round, Right valiant hearts I wot, Drink, in thy spirit’s lusty glee, And pledge with fullest jollity These knights...

3. CHAPTER III

“He by wordes could call out of the sky Both sunne and moone, and make them him obey; The land to sea, and sea to maineland dry, And darksome night he eke could turn to day; Tha...

9. CHAPTER IX

“O’er Cornwall’s cliffs the tempest roar’d, High the screaming sea-mew soar’d; On Tintagel’s topmost tower Darksome fell the sheeting shower; Round the rough Castle shrilly sung...

5. CHAPTER V

“Caerleon, now step in with stately style, No feeble phrase may serve to set thee forth; Thy famous town was spoke of many a myle, Thou hast been great, though now but little wo...

8. CHAPTER VIII

About a mile from Tintagel, along the hilly road leading to Boscastle, and passing the wonderful little Bossiney cove with its elephant-shaped rock, there is a small rapid strea...