<P> My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure . </P> <P> Galahad is able to conquer all of his enemies because he is pure . In the next verse of this poem, Tennyson continues to glorify Galahad for remaining pure at heart, by putting these words into his mouth: </P> <P> I never felt the kiss of love, Nor maiden's hand in mine . </P> <P> Sir Galahad pursues a single - minded and lonely course, sacrificing much in his determination to aspire to a higher ideal: </P>

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