 | 1926 - 780 pages
...in gilded mail And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust; He parted in twain his single crust, He broke the...streamlet's brink, And gave the leper to eat and drink, 'Twas a mouldy crust of coarse brown bread, 'Twas water out of a wooden bowl, — Yet with fine wheaten... | |
 | Louis Albert Banks - 1928 - 168 pages
...in gilded mail And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust; He parted in twain his single crust, He broke the...streamlet's brink, And gave the leper to eat and drink, 'Twos a mouldy crust of coarse brown bread, 'Twos water out of a wooden bowl, — Yet with fine wheaten... | |
 | Caroline Miles Hill - 1928 - 888 pages
...in gilded mail And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust; He parted in twain his single crust, He broke the...streamlet's brink, And gave the leper to eat and drink, 'Twas a mouldy crust of coarse brown bread, 'Twas water out of a wooden bowl, — Yet with fine wheaten... | |
 | 1901 - 776 pages
...In gilded mail, And set forth tn search of the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust: He parted in twain his single crust: He broke the...streamlet's brink, And gave the leper to eat and drink; 'Twas a mouldy crust of coarse brown bread, 'Twas water out of a wooden bowl, — Yet with fine wheaten... | |
 | Alan Lupack - 1992 - 512 pages
...the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust; He parted in twain his single crust, I Ic broke the ice on the streamlet's brink, And gave the...And 't was red wine he drank with his thirsty soul. VII As Sir L.aunfa! mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place; The leper no longer... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Trine - 2006 - 269 pages
...Aad gave the leper to e»t and drink ; Twas » tnonldy crust of eoarse brown bread, Twas water oat of a wooden bowl, — Yet with fine wheaten bread was the leper fed, And 'twas red wine he drank with hia thirsty soul AM Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone... | |
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When he girt his young life up in gilded mail And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust; He parted in twain his single crust, He broke the ice on the streamlet's brink And gave the leper to eat and drink... 
