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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341691" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lady Clare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT was the time when lilies blow, <br> And clouds are highest up in air, <br>Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe <br> To give his cousin, Lady Clare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I trow they did not part in scorn- <br> Lovers long-betroth'd were they: <br>They too will wed the morrow morn: <br> God's blessing on the day ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He does not love me for my birth, <br> Nor for my lands so broad and fair; <br>He loves me for my own true worth, <br> And that is well,' said Lady Clare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In there came old Alice the nurse, <br> Said, 'Who was this that went from thee?' <br>'It was my cousin,' said Lady Clare, <br> 'To-morrow he weds vith me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O God be thank'd!' said Alice the nurse, <br> ' That all comes round so just and fair: <br>Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands, <br> And you are not the Lady Clare.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?' <br> Said Lady Clare, 'that ye speak so wild?' <br>'As God's above,' said Alice the nurse, <br> ' I speak the truth: you are my child. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The old Earl's daughter died at my breast; <br> I speak the truth, as I live by bread! <br>I buried her like my own sweet child, <br> And put my child in her stead.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Falsely, falsely have ye done, <br> O mother,' she said, ' if this be true, <br>To keep the best man under the sun <br> So many years from his due.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay now, my child,' said Alice the nurse, <br> 'But keep the secret for your life, <br>And all you have will be Lord Ronald's, <br> When you are man and wife.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">' If I'm a beggar born,' she said, <br> 'I will speak out, for I dare not lie. <br>Pull off, pull off, the brooch of gold, <br> And fling the diamond necklace by.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay now, my child,' said Alice the nurse, <br> 'But keep the secret all ye can.' <br>She said, ' Not so: but I will know <br> If there be any faith in man.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay now, what faith ?' said Alice the nurse, <br> 'The man will cleave unto his right.' <br>'And he shall have it,' the lady replied, <br> 'Tho' I should die to-night.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet give one kiss to your mother dear ! <br> Alas, my child, I sinn'd for thee.' <br>'O mother, mother, mother,' she said, <br> 'So strange it seems to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet here's a kiss for my mother dear, <br> My mother dear, if this be so, <br>And lay your hand upon my head, <br> And bless me, mother, ere I go.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She clad herself in a russet gown, <br> She was no longer Lady Clare: <br>She went by dale, and she went by down, <br> With a single rose in her hair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought <br> Leapt up from where she lay, <br>Dropt her head in the maiden's hand, <br> And follow'd her all the way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower: <br> 'O Lady Clare, you shame your worth! <br>Why come you drest like a village maid, <br> That are the flower of the earth?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If I come drest like a village maid, <br> I am but as my fortunes are: <br>I am a beggar born,' she said, <br> 'And not the Lady Clare.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Play me no tricks,' said Lord Ronald, <br> 'For I am yours in word and in deed. <br>Play me no tricks,' said Lord Ronald, <br> 'Your riddle is hard to read.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O and proudly stood she up ! <br> Her heart within her did not fail: <br>She look'd into Lord Ronald's eyes, <br> And told him all her nurse's tale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He laugh'd a laugh of merry scorn: <br> He turn'd and kiss'd her where she stood: <br>'If you are not the heiress born, <br> And I,' said he, 'the next in blood-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If you are not the heiress born, <br> And I,' said he, ' the lawful heir, <br>We two will wed to-morrow morn, <br> And you shall still be Lady Clare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q>
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 And clouds are highest up in air, 
Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe 
 To give his cousin, Lady Clare. 

I trow they did not part in scorn- 
 Lovers long-betroth'd were they: 
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