'The
Magic Crystal'
Sir
Frank Dicksee
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'The
Sorceress'
John
William Waterhouse
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For Merlin once
had told her of a charm,
The which if any wrought
on anyone
With woven paces and
with waving arms,
The man so wrought on
ever seemed to lie
Closed in the four walls
of a hollow tower,
From which was no escape
for evermore;
And none could find
that man for evermore,
Nor could he see but
him who wrought the charm
Coming and going, and
he lay as dead
And lost to life and
use and name and fame.
And Vivien ever sought
to work the charm
Upon the great Enchanter
of the Time,
As fancying that her
glory would be great
According to his greatness
whom she quenched.
From Merlin
and Vivien
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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'The
Beguiling of Merlin'
Sir
Edward Coley Burne-Jones
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'The
Damsel of the Lake,
Called
Nimüe the Enchantress'
Hon.
John Collier
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'The
Magic Circle'
John
William Waterhouse
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In dim samite was
she bedight,
and on her hair a hoop
of gold,
like foxfire, in the
tawn moonlight,
was glimmering cold.
With soft gray eyes she
gloomed and glowered;
With soft red lips she
sang a song:
What knight might gaze
upon her face,
Nor fare along?
For all her looks were
full of spells,
And all her words, of
sorcery;
And in some way they
seemed to say,
"Oh, come with me!
From Morgan
Le Fay
Madison Cawein
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'Morgan
LeFay'
Fredrick
Sandys
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