{"product_id":"sir-gawain-and-the-green-knight-pearl-sir-orfeo-isbn-9780345277602","title":"Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Pearl, Sir Orfeo","description":"\u003cb\u003eThree masterpieces of medieval poetry, translated by the author of The Lord of the Rings—including \u003ci\u003eSir Gawain and the Green Knight,\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003ethe poem that\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003einspired the major motion picture \u003ci\u003eThe Green Knight\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eComparable to the works of Chaucer, \u003ci\u003eSir Gawain and the Green Knight, Pearl,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eSir Orfeo\u003c\/i\u003e weave a bright tapestry of stories from a remote age of chivalry and wizards, knights and holy quests—but unlike \u003ci\u003eThe Canterbury Tales,\u003c\/i\u003e the name of the poet who wrote them is lost to time. Masterfully translated from the original Middle English by J.R.R. Tolkien, the language of these great poems comes to life for modern readers. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the center of this collection is \u003ci\u003eSir Gawain and the Green Knight,\u003c\/i\u003e a tale as lush and dark as England’s medieval forests. Mixing romance and adventure, \u003ci\u003eSir Gawain\u003c\/i\u003e follows King Arthur’s most noble knight on an adventure of epic enchantment, temptation, and destiny.\u003cb\u003eJohn Ronald Reuel Tolkien\u003c\/b\u003e was born on January 3, 1892, in Bloemfontein, South Africa. After serving in World War I, he embarked upon a distinguished academic career and was recognized as one of the finest philologists in the world. He was a professor of Anglo-Saxon at Oxford, a fellow of Pembroke College, and a fellow of Merton College until his retirement in 1959. He is, however, beloved throughout the world as the creator of Middle-earth and author of such classic works as \u003ci\u003eThe Hobbit \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eThe Lord of the Rings. He died on September 2, 1973, at the age of eighty-one.When the siege and the assault had ceased at Troy,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand the fortress fell in flame to firebrands and ashes,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe traitor who the contrivance of treason there fashioned\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewas tried for his treachery, the most true upon earth—\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eit was Æneas the noble and his renowned kindred\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewho then laid under them lands, and lords became\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eof well-nigh all the wealth in the Western Isles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen royal Romulus to Rome his road had taken,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ein great pomp and pride he peopled it first,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand named it with his own name that yet now it bears;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTirius went to Tuscany and towns founded,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLangaberde in Lombardy uplifted halls,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand far over the French flood Felix Brutus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eon many a broad bank and brae Britain established\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efull fair,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewhere strange things, strife and sadness,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eat whiles in the land did fare,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand each other grief and gladness\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eoft fast have followed there.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e2\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd when fair Britain was founded by this famous lord,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ebold men were bred there who in battle rejoiced,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand many a time that betid they troubles aroused.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn this domain more marvels have by men been seen\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethan in any other that I know of since that olden time;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ebut of all that here abode in Britain as kings\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eever was Arthur most honoured, as I have heard men tell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWherefore a marvel among men I mean to recall,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ea sight strange to see some men have held it,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eone of the wildest adventures of the wonders of Arthur.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf you will listen to this lay but a little while now,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI will tell it at once as in town I have heard\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eit told,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eas it is fixed and fettered\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ein story brave and bold,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethus linked and truly lettered,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eas was loved in this land of old.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e3\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis king lay at Camelot at Christmas-tide\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewith many a lovely lord, lieges most noble,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eindeed of the Table Round all those tried brethren,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eamid merriment unmatched and mirth without care.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere tourneyed many a time the trusty knights,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand jousted full joyously these gentle lords;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethen to the court they came at carols to play.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor there the feast was unfailing full fifteen days,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewith all meats and all mirth that men could devise,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003esuch gladness and gaiety as was glorious to hear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003edin of voices by day, and dancing by night;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eall happiness at the highest in halls and in bowers\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ehad the lords and the ladies, such as they loved most dearly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith all the bliss of this world they abode together,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe knights most renowned after the name of Christ,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand the ladies most lovely that ever life enjoyed,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand he, king most courteous, who that court possessed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor all that folk so fair did in their first estate\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eabide,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnder heaven the first in fame,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003etheir king most high in pride;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eit would now be hard to name\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ea troop in war so tried.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e4\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhile New Year was yet young that yestereve had arrived,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethat day double dainties on the dais were served,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewhen the king was there come with his courtiers to the hall,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand the chanting of the choir in the chapel had ended.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith loud clamour and cries both clerks and laymen\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNoel announced anew, and named it full often;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethen nobles ran anon with New Year gifts,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHandsels, handsels they shouted, and handed them out,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCompeted for those presents in playful debate;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eladies laughed loudly, though they lost the game,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand he that won was not woeful, as may well be believed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAll this merriment they made, till their meat was served;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethen they washed, and mannerly went to their seats,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eever the highest for the worthiest, as was held to be best.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQueen Guinevere the gay was with grace in the midst\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eof the adorned dais set. Dearly was it arrayed:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efinest sendal at her sides, a ceiling above her\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eof true tissue of Tolouse, and tapestries of Tharsia\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethat were embroidered and bound with the brightest gems\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eone might prove and appraise to purchase for coin\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eany day.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat loveliest lady there\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eon them glanced with eyes of grey;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethat he found ever one more fair\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ein sooth might no man say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e5\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut Arthur would not eat until all were served;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ehis youth made him so merry with the moods of a boy,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ehe liked lighthearted life, so loved he the less\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eeither long to be lying or long to be seated:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eso worked on him his young blood and wayward brain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd another rule moreover was his reason besides\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethat in pride he had appointed: it pleased him not to eat\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eupon festival so fair, ere he first were apprised\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eof some strange story or stirring adventure,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eor some moving marvel that he might believe in\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eof noble men, knighthood, or new adventures;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eor a challenger should come a champion seeking\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eto join with him in jousting, in jeopardy to set\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ehis life against life, each allowing the other\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe favour of fortune, were she fairer to him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis was the king’s custom, wherever his court was holden,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eat each famous feast among his fair company\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ein hall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo his face doth proud appear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand he stands up stout and tall,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eall young in the New Year;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003emuch mirth he makes with all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e6\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThus there stands up straight the stern king himself,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003etalking before the high table of trifles courtly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere good Gawain was set at Guinevere’s side,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewith Agravain a la Dure Main on the other side seated,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eboth their lord’s sister-sons, loyal-hearted knights.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBishop Baldwin had the honour of the board’s service,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand Iwain Urien’s son ate beside him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThese dined on the dais and daintily fared,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand many a loyal lord below at the long tables.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen forth came the first course with fanfare of trumpets,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eon which many bright banners bravely were hanging;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003enoise of drums then anew and the noble pipes,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewarbling wild and keen, wakened their music,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eso that many hearts rose high hearing their playing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen forth was brought a feast, fare of the noblest,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003emultitude of fresh meats on so many dishes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethat free places were few in front of the people\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eto set the silver things full of soups on cloth\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eso white.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEach lord of his liking there\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ewithout lack took with delight:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003etwelve plates to every pair, good beer and wine all bright.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e7\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow of their service I will say nothing more,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efor you are all 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