PIC/16941
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I. Through Geraint, 'Here by God's rood is the one maid for me', Enid page 20, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/1) - Album 611
II. 'Enid, the pilot star of my lone life, Enid my early and my only love, Enid the loss of whom has turn'd me wild', Enid page 62, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/2) - Album 611
Stript off the case, and read the naked shield, so she lived in fantasy, Elaine page 148, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/3) - Album 611
IV. The Queen lifted her eyes, and they dwelt languidly on Lancelot, Elaine page 151, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/4) - Album 611
V. The lily maid Elaine, lifted her eyes, and read his lineaments. And loved him, with that love which was her doom. Elaine page 161, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/5) - Album 611
VI. Made a sudden step to the gate, and there her bright hair blown about the serious face yet rosy-kindled with her brother's kiss, paused in the gateway, standing by the shield. Elaine page 167, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/6) - Album 611
VII. 'She shall not have them', And thro' the casement standing wide for heat, flung them', Elaine page 211, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/7) - Album 611
VIII. 'I needs must break these bonds that so defame me': so groaned Sir Lancelot in remorseful pain, not knowing he should die a holy man, Elaine page 221, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/8) - Album 611
IX. The Queen who sat betwixt her best Enid, and lissome Vivien, of her court the wiliest and the worst, Guinevere page 226, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/9) - Album 611
X. 'I, whose vast pity almost makes me die to see thee, laying there thy golden head, my pride in happier summers'. Guinevere page 253, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/10) - Album 611
XI. In her anguish found the casement: ' Peradventure' so she thought, 'if I might see his face, and not be seen.' Guinevere page 255, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/11) - Album 611
XII. 'Yea, little maid, for am I not forgiven?' Then glancing up beheld the holy nuns all round her. Guinevere page 259, Idylls of the King, 1865 (Item PIC/16941/12) - Album 611
