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SIR GALAHAD My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high
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SIR GALAHAD My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high
THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF THE LATE DIEDRICH KNICKERBOCKER IN THE bosom of one of those spac…
THE GRAY CHAMPION There was once a time when New England groaned under the actual pressure of heavier wrongs than those…
RIP VAN WINKLE The following tale was found among the papers of the late Diedrich Knickerbocker, an old gentleman of Ne…
THE PASSING OF ARTHUR So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea. Unti…
THE LORELEI I know not whence it rises, This thought so full of woe: But a tale of the times departed Haunt…
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KING ROBERT OF SICILY Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane And Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine, Apparelled in m…
THE WANDERING JEW The year 1228, "a certain Archbishop of Armenia the Greater came on a pilgrimage to England to s…
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