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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346014" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fair Rosamond</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When as King Henry rulde this land,<br>The second of that name,<br>Besides the queene, he dearly lovde<br>A faire and comely dame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most peerlesse was her beautye founde,<br>Her favour, and her face;<br>A sweeter creature in this worlde<br>Could never prince embrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her crisped lockes lie threads of golde,<br>Appeard to each mans sight;<br>Her sparkling eyes, like Orient pearles,<br>Did cast a heavenlye light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blood within her crystal cheekes<br>Did such a colour drive,<br>As though the lillye and the rose<br>For mastership did strive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea Rosamonde, fair Rosamonde,<br>Her name was called so,<br>To whom our queene, Dame Ellinor,<br>Was known a deadlye foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king therefore, for her defence<br>Against the furious queene,<br>At Woodstocke builded such a bower,<br>The like was never seene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most curiously that bower was built,<br>Of stone and timber strong;<br>An hundred and fifty doors<br>Did to this bower belong:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they so cunninglye contriv'd,<br>With turnings round about,<br>That none but with a clue of thread <br>Could enter in or out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And for his love and ladyes sake,<br>That was so faire and brighte,<br>The keeping of this bower he gave<br>Unto a valiant knighte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But fortune, that doth often frowne<br>Where she before did smile,<br>The kinges delighte and ladyes joy<br>Full soon shee did beguile:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For why, the kinges ungracious sonne,<br>Whom he did high advance,<br>Against his father raised warres<br>Within the realme of France.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But yet before our comelye king<br>The English land forsooke,<br>Of Rosamond, his lady faire,<br>His farewelle thus he tooke:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My Rosamonde, my only Rose,<br>That pleasest best mine eye,<br>The fairest flower in all the worlde<br>To feed my fantasye, --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The flower of mine affected heart,<br>Whose sweetness doth excelle,<br>My royal Rose, a thousand times<br>I bid thee nowe farewelle!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For I must leave my fairest flower,<br>My sweetest Rose, a space,<br>And cross the seas to famous France,<br>Proud rebelles to abase.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But yet, my Rose, be sure thou shalt<br>My coming shortlye see,<br>And in my heart, when hence I am,<br>Ile beare my Rose with mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Rosamond, that ladye brighte,<br>Did heare the king saye soe,<br>The sorrowe of her grieved heart<br>Her outward lookes did showe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And from her cleare and crystall eyes<br>The teares gusht out apace,<br>Which, like the silver-pearled dewe,<br>Ranne downe her comely face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her lippes, erst like the corall redde,<br>Did waxe both wan and pale,<br>And for the sorrow she conceivde<br>Her vitall spirits faile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And falling downe all in a swoone<br>Before King Henryes face,<br>Full oft he in his princelye armes<br>Her bodye did embrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And twentye times, with watery eyes,<br>He kist her tender cheeke,<br>Untill he had revivde againe<br>Her senses milde and meeke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why grieves my Rose, my sweetest Rose?'<br>The king did often say:<br>'Because,' quoth shee, 'to bloodye warres<br>My lord must part awaye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But since your Grace on forrayne coastes,<br>Amonge your foes unkinde,<br>Must goe to hazard life and limbe,<br>Why should I staye behinde?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nay, rather let me, like a page,<br>Your sworde and target beare;<br>That on my breast the blowes may lighte,<br>Which would offend you there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Or lett mee, in your royal tent,<br>Prepare your bed at nighte,<br>And with sweete baths refresh your grace,<br>At your returne from fighte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So I your presence may enjoye<br>No toil I will refuse;<br>But wanting you, my life is death:<br>'Nay, death Ild rather chuse.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Content thy self, my dearest love, <br>Thy rest at home shall bee,<br>In Englandes sweet and pleasant isle;<br>For travell fits not thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Faire ladies brooke not bloodye warres;<br>Soft peace their sexe delightes;<br>Not rugged campes, but courtlye bowers;<br>Gay feastes, not cruell fightes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My Rose shall safely here abide,<br>With musicke passe the daye,<br>Whilst I amonge the piercing pikes<br>My foes seeke far awaye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My Rose shall shine in pearle and golde,<br>Whilst Ime in armour dighte;<br>Gay galliards here my love shall dance,<br>Whilst I from foes goe fighte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And you, Sir Thomas, whom I truste<br>To bee my loves defence,<br>Be carefull of my gallant Rose<br>When I am parted hence.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And therewithall he fetcht a sigh,<br>As thugh his heart would breake;<br>And Rosamonde, for very griefe,<br>Not one plaine word could speake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And at their parting well they mighte<br>In heart be grieved sore:<br>After that daye, faire Rosamonde<br>The king did see no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when his Grace had past the seas,<br>And into France was gone,<br>With envious heart, Queene Ellinor<br>To Woodstocke came anone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And forth she calls this trustye knighte<br>In an unhappy houre,<br>Who, with his clue of twined-thread,<br>Came from this famous bower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when that they had wounded him,<br>The queene this thread did gette, <br>And wente where Ladye Rosamonde<br>Was like an angell sette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the queene with stedfast eye<br>Beheld her beauteous face,<br>She was amazed in her minde<br>At her exceeding grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cast off from thee those robes,' she said,<br>'That riche and costlye bee;<br>And drinke thou up this deadlye draught<br>Which I have brought to thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then presentlye upon her knees<br>Sweet Rosamonde did falle;<br>And pardon of the queene she crav'd<br>For her offences all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Take pity on my youthfull yeares,'<br>Faire Rosamonde did crye;<br>'And lett mee not with poison strong<br>Enforced bee to dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I will renounce my sinfull life,<br>And in some cloyster bide;<br>Or else be banisht, if you please,<br>To range the world soe wide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And for the fault which I have done,<br>Though I was forc'd theretoe,<br>Preserve my life, and punish mee<br>As you thinke meet to doe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with these words, her little handes<br>She wrunge full often there;<br>And downe along her lovely face<br>Did trickle many a teare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But nothing could this furious queene <br>Therewith appeased bee;<br>The cup of deadlye poyson stronge,<br>As she knelt on her knee,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She gave this comelye dame to drinke;<br>Who tooke it in her hand,<br>And from her bended knee arose,<br>And on her feet did stand,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And casting up her eyes to heaven,<br>Shee did for mercye calle;<br>And drinking up the poison stronge,<br>Her life she lost withalle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when that death through everye limbe<br>Had showde its greatest spite,<br>Her chiefest foes did plaine confesse<br>Shee was a glorious wight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her body then they did entomb,<br>When life was fled away,<br>At Godstowe, neare Oxford towne,<br>As may be seene this day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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The second of that name,
Besides the queene, he dearly lovde
A faire and comely dame.

Most peerlesse was her beautye founde,
Her favour, and her face;
A sweeter creature in this worlde
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