Childe rowland to the dark tower
Perhaps this is what makes Roland a hero: his insistence on declaring himself with his horn in the face of this ugliness. Here ended, then Progress this way.
Which, while I forded, - good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek For hollows, tangled in his hair or beard! Despite his suspicions, Roland heads off into the plain, convincing himself that though the quest inevitably means failure and death, he has committed to it and is thus duty-bound to see it through.
As a man calls for wine before he fights, I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights, Ere fitly I could hope to play my part. Not see? The language of the poem makes clear that the true grotesqueness of the plain lies less in its details and more in Roland's effusive descriptions of it.
Childe roland to the dark tower came book
What penned them there, with all the plain to choose? All along Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it; Drenched willows flung them headlong in a fit Of mute despair, a suicidal throng: The river which had done them all the wrong, Whate'er that was, rolled by, deterred no whit. For, what with my whole world-wide wandering, What with my search drawn out through years, my hope Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope With that obstreperous joy success would bring, I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring My heart made, finding failure in its scope. Which, while I forded, - good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek For hollows, tangled in his hair or beard! Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage, Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank Soil to a plash? For Roland, life is but a prolonged struggle towards inevitable demise. Considered in terms of the hero's quest, there is something depressing about the idea that the goal promises no enlightenment; all that mattered was the quest itself, and the poem makes abundantly clear that the quest is quite terrible. A sudden little river crossed my path As unexpected as a serpent comes. Ironically, he worries to himself that he is not "fit" to fail in their path. A sudden little river crossed my path As unexpected as a serpent comes. Giles then, the soul of honour - there he stands Frank as ten years ago when knighted first.
Burningly it came on me all at once, This was the place!
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