It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened and blossoms appear in their fragrance and loveliness. And the month when lovers, subject to the same force… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
“I shall bere your noble fame, for ye spake a grete worde and fulfilled it worshipfully.” — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
Through this same man and me hath all this war been wrought, and the death of the most noblest knights of the world; for… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
For, as I suppose, no man in this world hath lived better than I have done, to achieve that I have done. — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
Then he looked by him, and was ware of a damsel that came riding as fast as her horse might gallop upon a fair… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise king born of all England. — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
And much more am I sorrier for my good knights' loss than for the loss of my fair queen; for queens I might have… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened and blossoms… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
This beast went to the well and drank, and the noise was in the beast's belly like unto the questing of thirty couple hounds,… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long. — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
Always Sir Arthur lost so much blood that it was a marvel he stood on his feet, but he was so full of knighthood… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
