<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341732" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Coming Of Arthur</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, <br>Had one fair daughter, and none other child; <br>And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth, <br>Guinevere, and in her his one delight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For many a petty king ere Arthur came <br>Ruled in this isle, and ever waging war <br>Each upon other, wasted all the land; <br>And still from time to time the heathen host <br>Swarmed overseas, and harried what was left. <br>And so there grew great tracts of wilderness, <br>Wherein the beast was ever more and more, <br>But man was less and less, till Arthur came. <br>For first Aurelius lived and fought and died, <br>And after him King Uther fought and died, <br>But either failed to make the kingdom one. <br>And after these King Arthur for a space, <br>And through the puissance of his Table Round, <br>Drew all their petty princedoms under him. <br>Their king and head, and made a realm, and reigned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus the land of Cameliard was waste, <br>Thick with wet woods, and many a beast therein, <br>And none or few to scare or chase the beast; <br>So that wild dog, and wolf and boar and bear <br>Came night and day, and rooted in the fields, <br>And wallowed in the gardens of the King. <br>And ever and anon the wolf would steal <br>The children and devour, but now and then, <br>Her own brood lost or dead, lent her fierce teat <br>To human sucklings; and the children, housed <br>In her foul den, there at their meat would growl, <br>And mock their foster mother on four feet, <br>Till, straightened, they grew up to wolf-like men, <br>Worse than the wolves. And King Leodogran <br>Groaned for the Roman legions here again, <br>And Csar's eagle: then his brother king, <br>Urien, assailed him: last a heathen horde, <br>Reddening the sun with smoke and earth with blood, <br>And on the spike that split the mother's heart <br>Spitting the child, brake on him, till, amazed, <br>He knew not whither he should turn for aid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But--for he heard of Arthur newly crowned, <br>Though not without an uproar made by those <br>Who cried, `He is not Uther's son'--the King <br>Sent to him, saying, `Arise, and help us thou! <br>For here between the man and beast we die.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Arthur yet had done no deed of arms, <br>But heard the call, and came: and Guinevere <br>Stood by the castle walls to watch him pass; <br>But since he neither wore on helm or shield <br>The golden symbol of his kinglihood, <br>But rode a simple knight among his knights, <br>And many of these in richer arms than he, <br>She saw him not, or marked not, if she saw, <br>One among many, though his face was bare. <br>But Arthur, looking downward as he past, <br>Felt the light of her eyes into his life <br>Smite on the sudden, yet rode on, and pitched <br>His tents beside the forest. Then he drave <br>The heathen; after, slew the beast, and felled <br>The forest, letting in the sun, and made <br>Broad pathways for the hunter and the knight <br>And so returned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For while he lingered there, <br>A doubt that ever smouldered in the hearts <br>Of those great Lords and Barons of his realm <br>Flashed forth and into war: for most of these, <br>Colleaguing with a score of petty kings, <br>Made head against him, crying, `Who is he <br>That he should rule us? who hath proven him <br>King Uther's son? for lo! we look at him, <br>And find nor face nor bearing, limbs nor voice, <br>Are like to those of Uther whom we knew. <br>This is the son of Gorlos, not the King; <br>This is the son of Anton, not the King.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Arthur, passing thence to battle, felt <br>Travail, and throes and agonies of the life, <br>Desiring to be joined with Guinevere; <br>And thinking as he rode, `Her father said <br>That there between the man and beast they die. <br>Shall I not lift her from this land of beasts <br>Up to my throne, and side by side with me? <br>What happiness to reign a lonely king, <br>Vext--O ye stars that shudder over me, <br>O earth that soundest hollow under me, <br>Vext with waste dreams? for saving I be joined <br>To her that is the fairest under heaven, <br>I seem as nothing in the mighty world, <br>And cannot will my will, nor work my work <br>Wholly, nor make myself in mine own realm <br>Victor and lord. But were I joined with her, <br>Then might we live together as one life, <br>And reigning with one will in everything <br>Have power on this dark land to lighten it, <br>And power on this dead world to make it live.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thereafter--as he speaks who tells the tale-- <br>When Arthur reached a field-of-battle bright <br>With pitched pavilions of his foe, the world <br>Was all so clear about him, that he saw <br>The smallest rock far on the faintest hill, <br>And even in high day the morning star. <br>So when the King had set his banner broad, <br>At once from either side, with trumpet-blast, <br>And shouts, and clarions shrilling unto blood, <br>The long-lanced battle let their horses run. <br>And now the Barons and the kings prevailed, <br>And now the King, as here and there that war <br>Went swaying; but the Powers who walk the world <br>Made lightnings and great thunders over him, <br>And dazed all eyes, till Arthur by main might, <br>And mightier of his hands with every blow, <br>And leading all his knighthood threw the kings <br>Cardos, Urien, Cradlemont of Wales, <br>Claudias, and Clariance of Northumberland, <br>The King Brandagoras of Latangor, <br>With Anguisant of Erin, Morganore, <br>And Lot of Orkney. Then, before a voice <br>As dreadful as the shout of one who sees <br>To one who sins, and deems himself alone <br>And all the world asleep, they swerved and brake <br>Flying, and Arthur called to stay the brands <br>That hacked among the flyers, `Ho! they yield!' <br>So like a painted battle the war stood <br>Silenced, the living quiet as the dead, <br>And in the heart of Arthur joy was lord. <br>He laughed upon his warrior whom he loved <br>And honoured most. `Thou dost not doubt me King, <br>So well thine arm hath wrought for me today.' <br>`Sir and my liege,' he cried, `the fire of God <br>Descends upon thee in the battle-field: <br>I know thee for my King!' Whereat the two, <br>For each had warded either in the fight, <br>Sware on the field of death a deathless love. <br>And Arthur said, `Man's word is God in man: <br>Let chance what will, I trust thee to the death.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then quickly from the foughten field he sent <br>Ulfius, and Brastias, and Bedivere, <br>His new-made knights, to King Leodogran, <br>Saying, `If I in aught have served thee well, <br>Give me thy daughter Guinevere to wife.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whom when he heard, Leodogran in heart <br>Debating--`How should I that am a king, <br>However much he holp me at my need, <br>Give my one daughter saving to a king, <br>And a king's son?'--lifted his voice, and called <br>A hoary man, his chamberlain, to whom <br>He trusted all things, and of him required <br>His counsel: `Knowest thou aught of Arthur's birth?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then spake the hoary chamberlain and said, <br>`Sir King, there be but two old men that know: <br>And each is twice as old as I; and one <br>Is Merlin, the wise man that ever served <br>King Uther through his magic art; and one <br>Is Merlin's master (so they call him) Bleys, <br>Who taught him magic, but the scholar ran <br>Before the master, and so far, that Bleys, <br>Laid magic by, and sat him down, and wrote <br>All things and whatsoever Merlin did <br>In one great annal-book, where after-years <br>Will learn the secret of our Arthur's birth.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To whom the King Leodogran replied, <br>`O friend, had I been holpen half as well <br>By this King Arthur as by thee today, <br>Then beast and man had had their share of me: <br>But summon here before us yet once more <br>Ulfius, and Brastias, and Bedivere.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, when they came before him, the King said, <br>`I have seen the cuckoo chased by lesser fowl, <br>And reason in the chase: but wherefore now <br>Do these your lords stir up the heat of war, <br>Some calling Arthur born of Gorlos, <br>Others of Anton? Tell me, ye yourselves, <br>Hold ye this Arthur for King Uther's son?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Ulfius and Brastias answered, `Ay.' <br>Then Bedivere, the first of all his knights <br>Knighted by Arthur at his crowning, spake-- <br>For bold in heart and act and word was he, <br>Whenever slander breathed against the King-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Sir, there be many rumours on this head: <br>For there be those who hate him in their hearts, <br>Call him baseborn, and since his ways are sweet, <br>And theirs are bestial, hold him less than man: <br>And there be those who deem him more than man, <br>And dream he dropt from heaven: but my belief <br>In all this matter--so ye care to learn-- <br>Sir, for ye know that in King Uther's time <br>The prince and warrior Gorlos, he that held <br>Tintagil castle by the Cornish sea, <br>Was wedded with a winsome wife, Ygerne: <br>And daughters had she borne him,--one whereof, <br>Lot's wife, the Queen of Orkney, Bellicent, <br>Hath ever like a loyal sister cleaved <br>To Arthur,--but a son she had not borne. <br>And Uther cast upon her eyes of love: <br>But she, a stainless wife to Gorlos, <br>So loathed the bright dishonour of his love, <br>That Gorlos and King Uther went to war: <br>And overthrown was Gorlos and slain. <br>Then Uther in his wrath and heat besieged <br>Ygerne within Tintagil, where her men, <br>Seeing the mighty swarm about their walls, <br>Left her and fled, and Uther entered in, <br>And there was none to call to but himself. <br>So, compassed by the power of the King, <br>Enforced was she to wed him in her tears, <br>And with a shameful swiftness: afterward, <br>Not many moons, King Uther died himself, <br>Moaning and wailing for an heir to rule <br>After him, lest the realm should go to wrack. <br>And that same night, the night of the new year, <br>By reason of the bitterness and grief <br>That vext his mother, all before his time <br>Was Arthur born, and all as soon as born <br>Delivered at a secret postern-gate <br>To Merlin, to be holden far apart <br>Until his hour should come; because the lords <br>Of that fierce day were as the lords of this, <br>Wild beasts, and surely would have torn the child <br>Piecemeal among them, had they known; for each <br>But sought to rule for his own self and hand, <br>And many hated Uther for the sake <br>Of Gorlos. Wherefore Merlin took the child, <br>And gave him to Sir Anton, an old knight <br>And ancient friend of Uther; and his wife <br>Nursed the young prince, and reared him with her own; <br>And no man knew. And ever since the lords <br>Have foughten like wild beasts among themselves, <br>So that the realm has gone to wrack: but now, <br>This year, when Merlin (for his hour had come) <br>Brought Arthur forth, and set him in the hall, <br>Proclaiming, &quot;Here is Uther's heir, your king,&quot; <br>A hundred voices cried, &quot;Away with him! <br>No king of ours! a son of Gorlos he, <br>Or else the child of Anton, and no king, <br>Or else baseborn.&quot; Yet Merlin through his craft, <br>And while the people clamoured for a king, <br>Had Arthur crowned; but after, the great lords <br>Banded, and so brake out in open war.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then while the King debated with himself <br>If Arthur were the child of shamefulness, <br>Or born the son of Gorlos, after death, <br>Or Uther's son, and born before his time, <br>Or whether there were truth in anything <br>Said by these three, there came to Cameliard, <br>With Gawain and young Modred, her two sons, <br>Lot's wife, the Queen of Orkney, Bellicent; <br>Whom as he could, not as he would, the King <br>Made feast for, saying, as they sat at meat, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas. <br>Ye come from Arthur's court. Victor his men <br>Report him! Yea, but ye--think ye this king-- <br>So many those that hate him, and so strong, <br>So few his knights, however brave they be-- <br>Hath body enow to hold his foemen down?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`O King,' she cried, `and I will tell thee: few, <br>Few, but all brave, all of one mind with him; <br>For I was near him when the savage yells <br>Of Uther's peerage died, and Arthur sat <br>Crowned on the das, and his warriors cried, <br>&quot;Be thou the king, and we will work thy will <br>Who love thee.&quot; Then the King in low deep tones, <br>And simple words of great authority, <br>Bound them by so strait vows to his own self, <br>That when they rose, knighted from kneeling, some <br>Were pale as at the passing of a ghost, <br>Some flushed, and others dazed, as one who wakes <br>Half-blinded at the coming of a light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`But when he spake and cheered his Table Round <br>With large, divine, and comfortable words, <br>Beyond my tongue to tell thee--I beheld <br>From eye to eye through all their Order flash <br>A momentary likeness of the King: <br>And ere it left their faces, through the cross <br>And those around it and the Crucified, <br>Down from the casement over Arthur, smote <br>Flame-colour, vert and azure, in three rays, <br>One falling upon each of three fair queens, <br>Who stood in silence near his throne, the friends <br>Of Arthur, gazing on him, tall, with bright <br>Sweet faces, who will help him at his need. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`And there I saw mage Merlin, whose vast wit <br>And hundred winters are but as the hands <br>Of loyal vassals toiling for their liege. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`And near him stood the Lady of the Lake, <br>Who knows a subtler magic than his own-- <br>Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful. <br>She gave the King his huge cross-hilted sword, <br>Whereby to drive the heathen out: a mist <br>Of incense curled about her, and her face <br>Wellnigh was hidden in the minster gloom; <br>But there was heard among the holy hymns <br>A voice as of the waters, for she dwells <br>Down in a deep; calm, whatsoever storms <br>May shake the world, and when the surface rolls, <br>Hath power to walk the waters like our Lord. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`There likewise I beheld Excalibur <br>Before him at his crowning borne, the sword <br>That rose from out the bosom of the lake, <br>And Arthur rowed across and took it--rich <br>With jewels, elfin Urim, on the hilt, <br>Bewildering heart and eye--the blade so bright <br>That men are blinded by it--on one side, <br>Graven in the oldest tongue of all this world, <br>&quot;Take me,&quot; but turn the blade and ye shall see, <br>And written in the speech ye speak yourself, <br>&quot;Cast me away!&quot; And sad was Arthur's face <br>Taking it, but old Merlin counselled him, <br>&quot;Take thou and strike! the time to cast away <br>Is yet far-off.&quot; So this great brand the king <br>Took, and by this will beat his foemen down.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thereat Leodogran rejoiced, but thought <br>To sift his doubtings to the last, and asked, <br>Fixing full eyes of question on her face, <br>`The swallow and the swift are near akin, <br>But thou art closer to this noble prince, <br>Being his own dear sister;' and she said, <br>`Daughter of Gorlos and Ygerne am I;' <br>`And therefore Arthur's sister?' asked the King. <br>She answered, `These be secret things,' and signed <br>To those two sons to pass, and let them be. <br>And Gawain went, and breaking into song <br>Sprang out, and followed by his flying hair <br>Ran like a colt, and leapt at all he saw: <br>But Modred laid his ear beside the doors, <br>And there half-heard; the same that afterward <br>Struck for the throne, and striking found his doom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then the Queen made answer, `What know I? <br>For dark my mother was in eyes and hair, <br>And dark in hair and eyes am I; and dark <br>Was Gorlos, yea and dark was Uther too, <br>Wellnigh to blackness; but this King is fair <br>Beyond the race of Britons and of men. <br>Moreover, always in my mind I hear <br>A cry from out the dawning of my life, <br>A mother weeping, and I hear her say, <br>&quot;O that ye had some brother, pretty one, <br>To guard thee on the rough ways of the world.&quot;' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Ay,' said the King, `and hear ye such a cry? <br>But when did Arthur chance upon thee first?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`O King!' she cried, `and I will tell thee true: <br>He found me first when yet a little maid: <br>Beaten I had been for a little fault <br>Whereof I was not guilty; and out I ran <br>And flung myself down on a bank of heath, <br>And hated this fair world and all therein, <br>And wept, and wished that I were dead; and he-- <br>I know not whether of himself he came, <br>Or brought by Merlin, who, they say, can walk <br>Unseen at pleasure--he was at my side, <br>And spake sweet words, and comforted my heart, <br>And dried my tears, being a child with me. <br>And many a time he came, and evermore <br>As I grew greater grew with me; and sad <br>At times he seemed, and sad with him was I, <br>Stern too at times, and then I loved him not, <br>But sweet again, and then I loved him well. <br>And now of late I see him less and less, <br>But those first days had golden hours for me, <br>For then I surely thought he would be king. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`But let me tell thee now another tale: <br>For Bleys, our Merlin's master, as they say, <br>Died but of late, and sent his cry to me, <br>To hear him speak before he left his life. <br>Shrunk like a fairy changeling lay the mage; <br>And when I entered told me that himself <br>And Merlin ever served about the King, <br>Uther, before he died; and on the night <br>When Uther in Tintagil past away <br>Moaning and wailing for an heir, the two <br>Left the still King, and passing forth to breathe, <br>Then from the castle gateway by the chasm <br>Descending through the dismal night--a night <br>In which the bounds of heaven and earth were lost-- <br>Beheld, so high upon the dreary deeps <br>It seemed in heaven, a ship, the shape thereof <br>A dragon winged, and all from stern to stern <br>Bright with a shining people on the decks, <br>And gone as soon as seen. And then the two <br>Dropt to the cove, and watched the great sea fall, <br>Wave after wave, each mightier than the last, <br>Till last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep <br>And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged <br>Roaring, and all the wave was in a flame: <br>And down the wave and in the flame was borne <br>A naked babe, and rode to Merlin's feet, <br>Who stoopt and caught the babe, and cried &quot;The King! <br>Here is an heir for Uther!&quot; And the fringe <br>Of that great breaker, sweeping up the strand, <br>Lashed at the wizard as he spake the word, <br>And all at once all round him rose in fire, <br>So that the child and he were clothed in fire. <br>And presently thereafter followed calm, <br>Free sky and stars: &quot;And this the same child,&quot; he said, <br>&quot;Is he who reigns; nor could I part in peace <br>Till this were told.&quot; And saying this the seer <br>Went through the strait and dreadful pass of death, <br>Not ever to be questioned any more <br>Save on the further side; but when I met <br>Merlin, and asked him if these things were truth-- <br>The shining dragon and the naked child <br>Descending in the glory of the seas-- <br>He laughed as is his wont, and answered me <br>In riddling triplets of old time, and said: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`&quot;Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky! <br>A young man will be wiser by and by; <br>An old man's wit may wander ere he die. <br>Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow on the lea! <br>And truth is this to me, and that to thee; <br>And truth or clothed or naked let it be. <br>Rain, sun, and rain! and the free blossom blows: <br>Sun, rain, and sun! and where is he who knows? <br>From the great deep to the great deep he goes.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`So Merlin riddling angered me; but thou <br>Fear not to give this King thy only child, <br>Guinevere: so great bards of him will sing <br>Hereafter; and dark sayings from of old <br>Ranging and ringing through the minds of men, <br>And echoed by old folk beside their fires <br>For comfort after their wage-work is done, <br>Speak of the King; and Merlin in our time <br>Hath spoken also, not in jest, and sworn <br>Though men may wound him that he will not die, <br>But pass, again to come; and then or now <br>Utterly smite the heathen underfoot, <br>Till these and all men hail him for their king.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She spake and King Leodogran rejoiced, <br>But musing, `Shall I answer yea or nay?' <br>Doubted, and drowsed, nodded and slept, and saw, <br>Dreaming, a slope of land that ever grew, <br>Field after field, up to a height, the peak <br>Haze-hidden, and thereon a phantom king, <br>Now looming, and now lost; and on the slope <br>The sword rose, the hind fell, the herd was driven, <br>Fire glimpsed; and all the land from roof and rick, <br>In drifts of smoke before a rolling wind, <br>Streamed to the peak, and mingled with the haze <br>And made it thicker; while the phantom king <br>Sent out at times a voice; and here or there <br>Stood one who pointed toward the voice, the rest <br>Slew on and burnt, crying, `No king of ours, <br>No son of Uther, and no king of ours;' <br>Till with a wink his dream was changed, the haze <br>Descended, and the solid earth became <br>As nothing, but the King stood out in heaven, <br>Crowned. And Leodogran awoke, and sent <br>Ulfius, and Brastias and Bedivere, <br>Back to the court of Arthur answering yea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Arthur charged his warrior whom he loved <br>And honoured most, Sir Lancelot, to ride forth <br>And bring the Queen;--and watched him from the gates: <br>And Lancelot past away among the flowers, <br>(For then was latter April) and returned <br>Among the flowers, in May, with Guinevere. <br>To whom arrived, by Dubric the high saint, <br>Chief of the church in Britain, and before <br>The stateliest of her altar-shrines, the King <br>That morn was married, while in stainless white, <br>The fair beginners of a nobler time, <br>And glorying in their vows and him, his knights <br>Stood around him, and rejoicing in his joy. <br>Far shone the fields of May through open door, <br>The sacred altar blossomed white with May, <br>The Sun of May descended on their King, <br>They gazed on all earth's beauty in their Queen, <br>Rolled incense, and there past along the hymns <br>A voice as of the waters, while the two <br>Sware at the shrine of Christ a deathless love: <br>And Arthur said, `Behold, thy doom is mine. <br>Let chance what will, I love thee to the death!' <br>To whom the Queen replied with drooping eyes, <br>`King and my lord, I love thee to the death!' <br>And holy Dubric spread his hands and spake, <br>`Reign ye, and live and love, and make the world <br>Other, and may thy Queen be one with thee, <br>And all this Order of thy Table Round <br>Fulfil the boundless purpose of their King!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Dubric said; but when they left the shrine <br>Great Lords from Rome before the portal stood, <br>In scornful stillness gazing as they past; <br>Then while they paced a city all on fire <br>With sun and cloth of gold, the trumpets blew, <br>And Arthur's knighthood sang before the King:-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Blow, trumpet, for the world is white with May; <br>Blow trumpet, the long night hath rolled away! <br>Blow through the living world--&quot;Let the King reign.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Shall Rome or Heathen rule in Arthur's realm? <br>Flash brand and lance, fall battleaxe upon helm, <br>Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King reign. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Strike for the King and live! his knights have heard <br>That God hath told the King a secret word. <br>Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King reign. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Blow trumpet! he will lift us from the dust. <br>Blow trumpet! live the strength and die the lust! <br>Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Strike for the King and die! and if thou diest, <br>The King is King, and ever wills the highest. <br>Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Blow, for our Sun is mighty in his May! <br>Blow, for our Sun is mightier day by day! <br>Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King reign. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`The King will follow Christ, and we the King <br>In whom high God hath breathed a secret thing. <br>Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King reign.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So sang the knighthood, moving to their hall. <br>There at the banquet those great Lords from Rome, <br>The slowly-fading mistress of the world, <br>Strode in, and claimed their tribute as of yore. <br>But Arthur spake, `Behold, for these have sworn <br>To wage my wars, and worship me their King; <br>The old order changeth, yielding place to new; <br>And we that fight for our fair father Christ, <br>Seeing that ye be grown too weak and old <br>To drive the heathen from your Roman wall, <br>No tribute will we pay:' so those great lords <br>Drew back in wrath, and Arthur strove with Rome. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Arthur and his knighthood for a space <br>Were all one will, and through that strength the King <br>Drew in the petty princedoms under him, <br>Fought, and in twelve great battles overcame <br>The heathen hordes, and made a realm and reigned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341732" data-title="The Coming Of Arthur de Alfred Lord Tennyson" data-description="Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth, Guinevere, and in her his one delight. 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