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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>"How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix"</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;<br>I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;<br>"Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;<br>"Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through;<br>Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,<br>And into the midnight we galloped abreast</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace<br>Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place;<br>I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,<br>Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right,<br>Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit,<br>Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near<br>Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawn'd clear;<br>At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see;<br>At Düffeld, 'twas morning as plain as could be;<br>And from Mechelm church-steeple we heard the half chime,<br>So, Joris broke silence with, "Yet there is time!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Aershot, up leap'd of a sudden the sun,<br>And against him the cattle stood black every one,<br>To state thro' the mist at us galloping past,<br>And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last,<br>With resolute shoulders, each butting away<br>The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back<br>For my voice, and the other prick'd out on his track;<br>And one eye's black intelligence,—ever that glance<br>O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance!<br>And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon<br>His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Hasselt, Dirck groan'd; and cried Joris "Stay spur!<br>Your Roos gallop'd bravely, the fault's not in her,<br>We'll remember at Aix"—for one heard the quick wheeze<br>Of her chest, saw the stretch'd neck and staggering knees,<br>And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank,<br>As down on her haunches she shudder'd and sank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, we were left galloping, Joris and I,<br>Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky;<br>The broad sun above laugh'd a pitiless laugh,<br>'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff;<br>Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white,<br>And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"How they'll greet us!"—and all in a moment his roan<br>Roll'd neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone;<br>And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight<br>Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate,<br>With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim,<br>And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I cast loose my buffcoast, each holster let fall,<br>Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,<br>Stood up in the stirrup, lean'd, patted his ear,<br>Call'd my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer;<br>Clapp'd my hands, laugh'd and sang, any noise, bad or good,<br>Till at length into Aix Roland gallop'd and stood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> X</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all I remember is, friends flocking round<br>As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground;<br>And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine,<br>As I pour'd down his throat our last measure of wine,<br>Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)<br>Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a> from <i>Dramatic Romances and Lyrics</i><div class=q>
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