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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346020" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Glasgerion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne, <br>And a harper he was goode;<br>He harped in the kings chambere,<br>Where cuppe and caudle stoode,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And soe did hee in the queens chambere,<br>Till ladies waxed 'glad,'<br>And then bespake the kinges daughter,<br>And these wordes thus shee sayd:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Strike on, strike on, Glasgerion,<br>Of thy striking doe not blinne;<br>Theres never a stroke comes oer thy harpe,<br>But it glads my hart withinne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Faire might he fall,' quoth hee,<br>'Who taught you nowe to speake!<br>I have loved you, ladye, seven longe yeere,<br>My minde I neere durst breake.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But come to my bower, my Glasgerion,<br>When all men are att rest:<br>As I am a ladie true of my promise,<br>Thou shalt bee a welcome guest.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home then came Glasgerion,<br>A glad man, lord! was hee:<br>'And, come thou hither, Jacke my boy,<br>Come hither unto mee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For the kinges daughter of Normandye<br>Hath granted mee my boone;<br>And att her chambere must I bee<br>Beffore the cocke have crowen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O master, master,' then quoth hee,<br>'Lay your head downe on this stone;<br>For I will waken you, master deere,<br>Afore it be time to gone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But up then rose that lither ladd,<br>And hose and shoone did on;<br>A coller he cast upon his necke,<br>Hee seemed a gentleman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he came to the ladyes chamber,<br>He thrild upon a pinn:<br>The lady was true of her promise,<br>And rose and lett him inn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He did not take the lady gaye<br>To boulster nor to bed:<br>'Nor thoughe hee had his wicked wille,<br>A single word he sed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He did not kisse that ladyes mouthe,<br>Nor when he came, nor yode:<br>And sore that ladye did mistrust,<br>He was of some churls bloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But home then came that lither ladd,<br>And did off his hose and shoone;<br>And cast the coller from off his necke:<br>He was but a churcles sonne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Awake, awake, my deere master,<br>The cock hath well-nigh crowen;<br>Awake, awake, my master deere,<br>I hold it time to be gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For I have saddled your horse, master,<br>Well bridled I have your steede,<br>And I have served you a good breakfast,<br>For thereof ye have need.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up then rose good Glasgerion,<br>And did on hose and shoone,<br>And cast a coller about his necke:<br>For he was a kinge his sonne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he came to the ladyes chambere,<br>He thrilled upon the pinne;<br>The lady was more than true of promise,<br>And rose and let him inn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O whether have you left with me<br>Your bracelet of your glove?<br>Or are you returned backe againe<br>To know more of my love?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glasgerion swore a full great othe,<br>By oake, and ashe, and thorne;<br>'Ladye, I was never in your chambere,<br>Sith the time that I was borne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O then it was your lither footpage,<br>He hath beguiled mee:'<br>Then shee pulled forth a little penkniffe,<br>That hanged by her knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes, 'There shall never noe churles blood<br>Within my bodye spring:<br>No churles blood shall eer defile<br>The daughter of the kinge.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home then went Glasgerion,<br>And woe, good lord! was hee:<br>Sayes, 'Come thou hither, Jacke my boy,<br>Come hither unto mee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If I had killed a man to-night,<br>Jacke, I would tell it thee:<br>But if I have not killed a man to-night,<br>Jacke, thou hast killed three.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he puld out his bright browne sword,<br>And dryed it on his sleeve,<br>And he smote off that lither ladds head,<br>Who did his ladye grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sett the swords poynt till his brest,<br>The pummil until a stone:<br>Throw the falsenesse of that lither ladd,<br>These three lives were all gone.</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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And a harper he was goode;
He harped in the kings chambere,
Where cuppe and caudle stoode,

And soe did hee in the queens chambere,
Till ladies waxed 'glad,'
And then bespake the kinges daughter,
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