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here was none might see it； nor who bare it。 And there was all the hall full filled with good odours； and every knight had such meats and drinks as he best loved in this world： and when the holy Graile had been borne through the hall； then the holy vessel departed suddenly； that they wist not where it became。 Then had they all breath to speak。 And then the king yielded thankings unto God of his good grace that he had sent them。 Certes； said the king； we ought to thank our Lord Jesu greatly； for that he hath shewed us this day at the reverence of this high feast of Pentecost。 Now； said Sir Gawaine； we have been served this day of what meats and drinks we thought on； but one thing beguiled us； we might not see the holy Graile； it was so preciously covered： wherefore I will make here avow； that to…morn； without longer abiding； I shall labour in the quest of the Sancgreal； that I shall hold me out a twelvemonth and a day； or more if need be； and never shall I return again unto the court till I have seen it more openly than it hath been seen here； and if I may not speed； I shall return again as he that may not be against the will of our Lord Jesu Christ。 When they of the Table Round heard Sir Gawaine say so； they arose up the most party； and made such avows as Sir Gawaine had made。
Book XVII。 Chapter 20。
How Galahad and his fellows were fed of the holy Sangreal； and how our Lord appeared to them； and other things。 Then king Pelles and his son departed。 And therewithal beseemed them that there came a man and four angels from heaven； clothed in likeness of a bishop； and had a cross in his hand； and these four angels bare him up in a chair； and set him down before the table of silver whereupon the Sancgreal was； and it seemed that he had in midst of his forehead letters that said； See ye here Joseph the first bishop of Christendom； the same which our Lord succoured in the city of Sarras； in the spiritual place。 Then the knights marvelled； for that bishop was dead more than three hundred years tofore。 Oh knights； said he； marvel not； for I was sometime an earthly man。 With that they heard the chamber door open； and there they saw angels； and two bare candles of wax； and the third a towel； and the fourth a spear which bled marvellously； that three drops fell within a box which he held with his other hand。 And they set the candles upon the table； and the third the towel upon the vessel； and the fourth； the holy spear even upright upon the vessel。 And then the bishop made semblant as though he would have gone to the sacring of the mass。 And then he took an ubbly； which was made in likeness of bread； and at the lifting up there came a figure in likeness of a child； and the visage was as red and as bright as any fire； and smote himself into the bread； so that they all saw it； that the bread was formed of a fleshly man； and then he put it into the holy vessel again。 And then he did that longed to a priest to do to a mass。 And then he went to Galahad and kissed him； and bad him go and kiss his fellows； and so he did anon。 Now； said he； servants of Jesu Christ； ye shall be fed afore this table with sweet meats； that never knights tasted。 And when he had said； he vanished away； and they set them at the table in great dread； and made their prayers。 Then looked they； and saw a man come out of the holy vessel； that had all the signs of the passion of Jesu Christ； bleeding all openly； and said； My knights and my servants and my true children； which be come out of deadly life into spiritual life； I will now no longer hide me from you； but ye shall see now a part of my secrets and of my hid things： now hold and receive the high meat which ye have so much desired。 Then took he himself the holy vessel； and came to Galahad； and he kneeled down and there he received his Saviour； and after him so received all his fellows； and they thought it so sweet that it was marvellous to tell。 Then said he to Galahad； Son； wotest thou what I hold betwixt my hands？ Nay； said he； but if ye will tell me。 This is； said he； the holy dish wherein I ate the lamb on Sher…thursday。 And now hast thou seen that thou most desiredst to see； but yet hast thou not seen it so openly as thou shalt see it in the city of Sarras； in the spiritual place。
LYRIC POETRYFRENCH。
Lyric poetry sprang up very early in Northern France； having a spontaneous and abundant growth in the twelfth and thirteenth centuries。 Of the earliest lyrics； the critics distinguish two varieties （l） the Romance； and （2） the Pastourelle。 These are generally dramatic love stories； full of gay and simple life and extremely artistic and musical in form。 Along with these was produced a vast amount of simple lyric poetry on love and other personal emotions。 The number of poems written was immense。 About two hundred names of poets have come down to us； besides hundreds of anonymous pieces。
The Romances and Pastourelles of the northern trouveres were soon greatly influenced by the more artful poetry of the Provencal troubadours； producing the highly artificial but charming rondeaus and ballades of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries。 But the freshest； most individual work is that of the earlier time。
CHATELAIN DE COUCY。 Thirteenth Century。
The first approach of the sweet spring Returning here once more； The memory of the love that holds In my fond heart such power； The thrush again his song assaying； The little rills o'er pebbles playing； And sparkling as they fall； The memory recall Of her on whom my heart's desire Is； shall be； fixed till I expire。
With every season fresh and new That love is more inspiring： Her eyes； her face； all bright with joy； Her coming； her retiring； Her faithful words； her winning ways； That sweet look； kindling up the blaze； Of love； so gently still； To wound； but not to kill； So that when most I weep and sigh； So much the higher springs my joy。
Tr。 by Taylor。
THIBAUT OF CHAMPAGNE； KING OF NAVARRE。 Early Thirteenth Century。
Lady； the fates command； and I must go； Leaving the pleasant land so dear to me： Here my heart suffered many a heavy woe； But what is left to love； thus leaving thee？ Alas！ that cruel land beyond the sea！ Why thus dividing many a faithful heart； Never again from pain and sorrow free； Never again to meet； when thus they part？
I see not； when thy presence bright I leave； How wealth； or joy； or peace can be my lot； Ne'er yet my spirit found such cause to grieve As now in leaving thee； and if thy thought Of me in absence should be sorrow…fraught； Oft will my heart repentant turn to thee； Dwelling in fruitless wishes； on this spot； And all the gracious words here said to me。
O gracious God！ to thee I bend my knee； For thy sake yielding all I love and prize； And O； how mighty must that influence be； That steals me thus from all my cherished joys！ Here； ready； then； myself surrendering； Prepared to serve thee； I submit； and ne'er To one so faithful could I service bring； So kind a master； so beloved and dear。
And strong my ties；my grief unspeakable！ Grief； all my choicest treasures to resign； Yet stronger still the affections that impel My heart toward Him； the God whose love is mine。 That holy love； how beautiful！