Sir Gawain And The Green Knight, Pearl, Sir Orfeo by J.R.R. TolkienSir Gawain And The Green Knight, Pearl, Sir Orfeo by J.R.R. Tolkien

Sir Gawain And The Green Knight, Pearl, Sir Orfeo

byJ.R.R. TolkienPreface byChristopher Tolkien

Mass Market Paperback | December 12, 1979

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SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT, PEARL, and SIR ORFEO are masterpieces of a remote and exotic age--the age of chivalry and wizards, knights and holy quests. Yet it is only in the unique artistry and imagination of J.R.R. Tolken that the language, romance, and power of these great stories comes to life for modern readers, in this masterful and compelling new translation.
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien 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...
Title:Sir Gawain And The Green Knight, Pearl, Sir OrfeoFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:224 pages, 7 × 4.2 × 0.6 inPublished:December 12, 1979Publisher:Random House Publishing Group

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When the siege and the assault had ceased at Troy,and the fortress fell in flame to firebrands and ashes,the traitor who the contrivance of treason there fashionedwas tried for his treachery, the most true upon earth—it was Æneas the noble and his renowned kindredwho then laid under them lands, and lords becameof well-nigh all the wealth in the Western Isles.When royal Romulus to Rome his road had taken,in great pomp and pride he peopled it first,and named it with his own name that yet now it bears;Tirius went to Tuscany and towns founded,Langaberde in Lombardy uplifted halls,and far over the French flood Felix Brutuson many a broad bank and brae Britain establishedfull fair,where strange things, strife and sadness,at whiles in the land did fare,and each other grief and gladnessoft fast have followed there.2And when fair Britain was founded by this famous lord,bold men were bred there who in battle rejoiced,and many a time that betid they troubles aroused.In this domain more marvels have by men been seenthan in any other that I know of since that olden time;but of all that here abode in Britain as kingsever was Arthur most honoured, as I have heard men tell.Wherefore a marvel among men I mean to recall,a sight strange to see some men have held it,one of the wildest adventures of the wonders of Arthur.If you will listen to this lay but a little while now,I will tell it at once as in town I have heardit told,as it is fixed and fetteredin story brave and bold,thus linked and truly lettered,as was loved in this land of old.3This king lay at Camelot at Christmas-tidewith many a lovely lord, lieges most noble,indeed of the Table Round all those tried brethren,amid merriment unmatched and mirth without care.There tourneyed many a time the trusty knights,and jousted full joyously these gentle lords;then to the court they came at carols to play.For there the feast was unfailing full fifteen days,with all meats and all mirth that men could devise,such gladness and gaiety as was glorious to hear,din of voices by day, and dancing by night;all happiness at the highest in halls and in bowershad the lords and the ladies, such as they loved most dearly.With all the bliss of this world they abode together,the knights most renowned after the name of Christ,and the ladies most lovely that ever life enjoyed,and he, king most courteous, who that court possessed.For all that folk so fair did in their first estateabide,Under heaven the first in fame,their king most high in pride;it would now be hard to namea troop in war so tried.4While New Year was yet young that yestereve had arrived,that day double dainties on the dais were served,when the king was there come with his courtiers to the hall,and the chanting of the choir in the chapel had ended.With loud clamour and cries both clerks and laymenNoel announced anew, and named it full often;then nobles ran anon with New Year gifts,Handsels, handsels they shouted, and handed them out,Competed for those presents in playful debate;ladies laughed loudly, though they lost the game,and he that won was not woeful, as may well be believed.All this merriment they made, till their meat was served;then they washed, and mannerly went to their seats,ever the highest for the worthiest, as was held to be best.Queen Guinevere the gay was with grace in the midstof the adorned dais set. Dearly was it arrayed:finest sendal at her sides, a ceiling above herof true tissue of Tolouse, and tapestries of Tharsiathat were embroidered and bound with the brightest gemsone might prove and appraise to purchase for coinany day.That loveliest lady thereon them glanced with eyes of grey;that he found ever one more fairin sooth might no man say.5But Arthur would not eat until all were served;his youth made him so merry with the moods of a boy,he liked lighthearted life, so loved he the lesseither long to be lying or long to be seated:so worked on him his young blood and wayward brain.And another rule moreover was his reason besidesthat in pride he had appointed: it pleased him not to eatupon festival so fair, ere he first were apprisedof some strange story or stirring adventure,or some moving marvel that he might believe inof noble men, knighthood, or new adventures;or a challenger should come a champion seekingto join with him in jousting, in jeopardy to sethis life against life, each allowing the otherthe favour of fortune, were she fairer to him.This was the king’s custom, wherever his court was holden,at each famous feast among his fair companyin hall.So his face doth proud appear,and he stands up stout and tall,all young in the New Year;much mirth he makes with all.6Thus there stands up straight the stern king himself,talking before the high table of trifles courtly.There good Gawain was set at Guinevere’s side,with Agravain a la Dure Main on the other side seated,both their lord’s sister-sons, loyal-hearted knights.Bishop Baldwin had the honour of the board’s service,and Iwain Urien’s son ate beside him.These dined on the dais and daintily fared,and many a loyal lord below at the long tables.Then forth came the first course with fanfare of trumpets,on which many bright banners bravely were hanging;noise of drums then anew and the noble pipes,warbling wild and keen, wakened their music,so that many hearts rose high hearing their playing.Then forth was brought a feast, fare of the noblest,multitude of fresh meats on so many dishesthat free places were few in front of the peopleto set the silver things full of soups on clothso white.Each lord of his liking therewithout lack took with delight:twelve plates to every pair, good beer and wine all bright.7Now of their service I will say nothing more,for you are all well aware that no want would there be.Another noise that was new drew near on a sudden,so that their lord might have leave at last to take food.For hardly had the music but a moment ended,and the first course in the court as was custom been served,when there passed through the portals a perilous horseman,the mightiest on middle-earth in measure of height,from his gorge to his girdle so great and so square,and his loins and his limbs so long and so huge,that half a troll upon earth I trow that he was,but the largest man alive at least I declare him;and yet the seemliest for his size that could sit on a horse,for though in back and in breast his body was grim,both his paunch and his waist were properly slight,and all his features followed his fashion so gayin mode:for at the hue men gaped aghastin his face and form that showed;as a fay-man fell he passed,and green all over glowed.8All of green were they made, both garments and man:a coat tight and close that clung to his sides;a rich robe above it all arrayed withinwith fur finely trimmed, shewing fair fringesof handsome ermine gay, as his hood was also,that was lifted from his locks and laid on his shoulders;and trim hose tight-drawn of tincture alikethat clung to his calves; and clear spurs belowof bright gold on silk broideries banded most richly,though unshod were his shanks, for shoeless he rode.And verily all this vesture was of verdure clear,both the bars on his belt, and bright stones besidesthat were richly arranged in his array so fair,set on himself and on his saddle upon silk fabrics:it would be too hard to rehearse one half of the triflesthat were embroidered upon them, what with birds and with fliesin a gay glory of green, and ever gold in the midst.The pendants of his poitrel, his proud crupper,his molains, and all the metal to say more, were enamelled,even the stirrups that he stood in were stained of the same;and his saddlebows in suit, and their sumptuous skirts,which ever glimmered and glinted all with green jewels;even the horse that upheld him in hue was the same,I tell:a green horse great and thick,a stallion stiff to quell,in broidered bridle quick:he matched his master well.

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Three epic poems from 14th century England speak of life during the age of chivalry. Translated from medieval English.