To me, methought, who waited with a crowd,
There came a bark that, blowing forward, bore
King Arthur, like a modern gentleman
Of stateliest port; and all the people cried,
"Arthur is come again: he cannot die."

"Morte d'Arthur" (1842)
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Friday, November 8, 2024

Sheble and Yee on Visualizing Camelot

 Further events in the Visualizing Camelot series;





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