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Enters Morgana's fated house,
The mightiest chiefs of British song Scorned not such legends to prolong : They gleam through Spenser's elfin dream, And mix in Milton's heavenly theme; And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again,
But that a ribald king and court
Demanded for their niggard pay, · Fit for their souls, a looser lay,
Licentious satire, song, and play:
the lofty line.
Warmed by such names, well may we then,
On venturous quest to prick again, In all his arms, with all his train, Shield, lance, and brand, and plume, and scarf, Fay, giant, dragon, squire, and dwarf, And wizard with his wand of might, And errant maid on palfrey white. Around the Genius weave their spells, Pure Love, who scarce his passion tells ; Mystery, half veiled and half revealed; And Honour, with his spotless shield ; Attention, with fixed eye; and Fear, That loves the tale she shrinks to hear ; And gentle Courtesy; and Faith, Unchanged by sufferings, time, or death; And Valour, lion-mettled lord, Leaning upon his own good sword.
Well has thy fair achievement shown, A worthy meed may thus be won ;
Ytene’s* oaks-beneath whose shade * . .
The Necromancer’s felon might;::..
And well in modern verse hast wove.' .
* The New Forest in Hampshire, anciently so called 's + William Rufus.