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knight under a spell
Posted by: karenor (---.cr2.com)
Date: July 08, 2003 11:04AM

I was looking for the name/author of a poem I had to study for my final exams but can't remember the name of it. It's about a faerie or just a woman who makes knights/soldier fall in love with them and then they die. I know theres a horse in it and they talk about lillies other than that I can't rememeber it. Any help would be great.


Re: knight under a spell
Posted by: marian2 (---.in-addr.btopenworld.com)
Date: July 08, 2003 12:21PM

Is it Keat's La Belle Dame Sans Merci ?- it seems to have all the right ingredients:

John Keats. 1795–1821

633. Las Belle Dame sans Merci

'O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

'O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, 5
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest 's done.

'I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew; 10
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.'

'I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light, 15
And her eyes were wild.

'I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan. 20

'I set her on my pacing steed
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery's song.

'She found me roots of relish sweet, 25
And honey wild and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said,
"I love thee true!"

'She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sigh'd fill sore; 30
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.

'And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dream'd—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream'd 35
On the cold hill's side.

'I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—"La belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!" 40

'I saw their starved lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.

'And this is why I sojourn here 45
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.'


Re: knight under a spell
Posted by: karenor (---.cr2.com)
Date: July 09, 2003 07:44AM

Thats the one!! Thank you.




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