Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 1 of 2)Wolfram, von Eschenbach
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Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 1 of 2)
Wolfram, von Eschenbach
Perceval (Legendary character) -- Romances
And the night, as of old her custom, had yielded her place to
day, 645
Nor by song of the lark might they know it, for they
hearkened far other lay,
Whose voice was the voice of warfare with the crash of the
splintered spear,
As a cloud that is cleft and riven when the thunderbolt
falleth near.
And the King of Lys' young army sought the host of Lirivoin,
And there, with his warriors, battled the monarch of
Avendroin; 650
And many a joust rang loudly, e'en as when one is wont to
throw
Chestnuts within the furnace that burst in the fiery glow.
Ah, me! how they strove together that morn on the grassy
plain,
How the knights spurred their steeds to jousting, and the
Burgers they fought amain.
Now Gawain, and his host the Burg-grave, since it health to
their souls might bring, 655
And yield them a meed of blessing, bade a priest a Mass to
sing;
And he sang unto God and the heroes--And the prize of their
fame waxed fair,
For this was their pious bidding--Then they would to their
post repair,
But their rampart ere this was guarded by many a gallant
knight,
The followers they of Scherules, and well would those heroes
fight. 660
And what should I tell ye further? Poidikonjonz was proud I
ween,
And he came with such host, if in Schwarzwald each bough had
a spearshaft been
I had looked on no greater forest than here on this field ye
saw.
And six banners they bare, and early to battle would nearer
draw,
With ringing blasts of trumpet e'en as thunder that wakeneth
fear, 665
And drums strove amain with the trumpets, and smote on the
listening ear.
If a grass blade were left untrampled by the conflict I knew
it not--
E'en now shall the Erfurt vineyards show such tokens of
strife, I wot!
Then hither he came, Duke Astor, and he fought with the men
of Jamore,
And for sharp joust the spears they whetted, and many a
knight they bore 670
From his saddle down on the meadow, and for combat they aye
were fain;
And clear rang the stranger war-cries--And masterless o'er
the plain
Sped many a gallant charger, and afoot went the fallen
knight,
For I ween he had learnt the lesson how one oft is o'erthrown
in fight.
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