Imagery and Figurative Language in Tennyson’s “Morte d’Arthur” Answers

Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.But when I look’d again, behold an arm,Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful,That caught him by the hilt, and brandish’d himThree times, and drew him under in the mere.

Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt;Either from lust of gold, or like a girlValuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes.

Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream—by theseThree Queens with crowns of gold—and from them roseA cry that shiver’d to the tingling stars,

What is a retelling of a story in a different form or genre called?

Read the excerpt from "Morte d'Arthur" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.Then went Sir Bedivere the second timeAcross the ridge, and paced beside the mere,Counting the dewy pebbles, fix’d in thought;