Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Passing Of Arthur - Alan Rickman


Uploaded on September 11, 2011 by poetictouch

Alan Rickman reads lines from Alfred Lord Tennyson's The Passing Of Arthur

Lines From The Passing Of Arthur
Idylls Of The King
by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard,
Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed
When all the house is mute. So sighed the King,
Muttering and murmuring at his ear, "Quick, quick!
I fear it is too late, and I shall die."
But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge,
Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walked,
Larger than human on the frozen hills.
He heard the deep behind him, and a cry
Before. His own thought drove him like a goad.
Dry clashed his harness in the icy caves
And barren chasms, and all to left and right
The bare black cliff clanged round him, as he based
His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang
Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels -
And on a sudden, lo! the level lake,
And the long glories of the winter moon.

Comments on Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Passing Of Arthur - Alan Rickman