Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Guinevere ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Guinevere

As in the golden days.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Elaine ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Elaine

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Elaine

Then to her tower she climb’d, and took the shield, there kept it, and so lived in fantasy.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Elaine

But to be with you still, to see your face, to serve you, and to follow you ‘thro the world.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Elaine

So those two brethren from the chariot took and on the black decks laid her in her bed.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Guinevere

Before the coming of the sinful Queen.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Guinevere

It was their last hour, a madness of farewells.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Guinevere

The Queen who sat betwixt her best Enid, and lissome Vivien, of her court the wiliest and the worst.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Vivien

O master do you love my tender rhyme?

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Vivien

And in the hollow oak he lay as dead, and lost to life and use and name and fame.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Vivien ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Vivien

At which the King had gazed upon her blankly and gone by.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Lancelot ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Frontispiece, Illustration for Vivien

Sir Lancelot went ambassador, at first, to fetch her, and she took him for the King.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Enid ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Enid

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Enid

To make her beauty vary day by day, in crimsons and in purples and in gems.

Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale ~ Idylls of the King by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ 1913 ~ via

Illustration for Enid

Yniol’s rusted arms were on his princely person, but thro’ these princelike his bearing shone.