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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346096" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Child of Elle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On yonder hill a castle standes,<br>With walles and towres bedight,<br>And yonder lives the Child of Elle,<br>A younge and comely knighte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Child of Elle to his garden wente,<br>And stood at his garden pale,<br>Whan, lo! he beheld faire Emmelines page<br>Come trippinge downe the dale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Child of Elle he hyed him thence,<br>Y-wis he stoode not stille,<br>And soone he mette faire Emmelines page<br>Come climbing up the hille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe Christe thee save, thou little foot-page,<br>Now Christe thee save and see!<br>Oh telle me how does thy Ladye gaye,<br>And what may thy tydinges bee?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My Lady shee is all woe-begone,<br>And the teares they falle from her eyne;<br>And aye she laments the deadlye feude<br>Betweene her house and thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe,<br>Bedewde with many a teare, <br>And biddes thee sometimes thinke on her,<br>Who loved thee so deare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And here shee sends thee a ring of golde,<br>The last boone thou mayst have,<br>And biddes thee weare it for her sake,<br>Whan she is layde in grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,<br>And in grave soone must shee bee,<br>Sith her father hath chose her a new, new love,<br>And forbidde her to think of thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Her father hath brought her a carlish knight,<br>Sir John of the north countraye,<br>And within three dayes shee must him wedde,<br>Or he vowes he will her slaye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page,<br>And greet thy ladye from mee,<br>And telle her that I, her owne true love,<br>Will dye, or sette her free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page,<br>And let thy fair ladye know,<br>This night will I bee at her bowre-windowe,<br>Betide me weale or woe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boye he tripped, the boye he ranne,<br>He neither stint ne stayd,<br>Untill he came to faire Emmelines bowre,<br>Whan kneeling downe he sayd:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O ladye, Ive been thy own true love,<br>And he greets thee well by mee;<br>This night will he bee at thy bowre-windowe,<br>And dye or sette thee free.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nowe daye was gone, and night was come,<br>And all were fast asleepe,<br>All save the Ladye Emmeline,<br>Who sate in her bowre to weepe:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And soon shee heard her true loves voice<br>Lowe whispering at the walle:<br>'Awake, awake, my deare ladye,<br>'Tis I, thy true love, call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Awake, awake, my Ladye deare,<br>Come, mount this faire palfraye:<br>This ladder of ropes will lette thee downe,<br>Ile carrye thee hence awaye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe nay, nowe nay, thou gentle Knight,<br>Nowe nay, this may not bee;<br>For aye sould I tint my maiden fame,<br>If alone I should wend with thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Ladye, thou with a knighte so true<br>Mayst safelye wend alone;<br>To my ladye mother I will thee bringe,<br>Where marriage shall make us one.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My father he is a baron bolde,<br>Of lynage proude and hye;<br>And what would he saye if his daughter<br>Awaye with a knight should fly?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,<br>Nor his meate should do him no goode,<br>Till he had slayne thee, Child of Elle,<br>And seene thy deare hearts bloode.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Ladye, wert thou in thy saddle sette,<br>And a little space him fro, <br>I would not care for thy cruel father,<br>Nor the worst that he could doe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Ladye, wert thou in thy saddle sette,<br>And once without this walle,<br>I would not care for thy cruel father,<br>Nor the worst that might befalle.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faire Emmeline sighed, faire Emmeline wept,<br>And aye her heart was woe:<br>At length he seizde her lily-white hand,<br>And downe the ladder he drewe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thrice he claspde her to his breste,<br>And kist her tenderlie:<br>The teares that fell from her fair eyes,<br>Ranne like the fountayne free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hee mounted himselfe on his steede so talle,<br>And her on a faire palfraye,<br>And slung his bugle about his necke,<br>And roundlye they rode awaye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All this beheard her owne damselle,<br>In her bed whereas shee ley;<br>Quoth shee, 'My Lord shall knowe of this, <br>Soe I shall have golde and fee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Awake, awake, thou Baron bolde!<br>Awake, my noble dame!<br>Your daughter is fledde with the Child of Elle,<br>To doe the deede of shame.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The baron he woke, the baron he rose,<br>And called his merrye men all:<br>'And come thou forth, Sir John the knighte;<br>The ladye is carried to thrall.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faire Emmeline scant had ridden a mile,<br>A mile forth of the towne,<br>When she was aware of her fathers men<br>Come galloping over the downe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And foremost came the carlish knight,<br>Sir John of the north countraye:<br>'Nowe stop, nowe stop, thou false traitoure,<br>Nor carry that ladye awaye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For she is come of hye lynage,<br>And was of a ladye borne,<br>And ill it beseems thee, a false churles sonne,<br>To carrye her hence to scorne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe loud thou lyest, Sir John the knighte,<br>Nowe thou doest lye of mee;<br>A knight mee gott, and a ladye me bore,<br>Soe never did none by thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But light nowe downe, my Ladye faire,<br>Light downe, and hold my steed,<br>While I and this discourteous knighte<br>Doe trye this arduous deede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But light now downe, my deare Ladye,<br>Light downe, and hold my horse;<br>While I and this discourteous knight<br>Doe trye our valours force.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faire Emmeline sighde, faire Emmeline wept,<br>And aye her heart was woe,<br>While twixt her love and the carlish knight<br>Past many a baleful blowe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Child of Elle hee fought soe well,<br>As his weapon he wavde amaine,<br>That soone he had slaine the carlish knight,<br>And layde him upon the plaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And nowe the baron, and all his men<br>Full fast approached nye:<br>Ah! what may Ladye Emmeline doe?<br>Twere now no boote to flye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her lover he put his horne to his mouth,<br>And blew both loud and shrill,<br>And soone he saw his owne merry men<br>Come ryding over the hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe hold thy hand, thou bold Baron,<br>I pray thee, hold thy hand,<br>Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts,<br>Fast knit in true loves band.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thy daughter I have dearly lovde<br>Full long and many a day;<br>But with such love as holy kirke<br>Hath freelye sayd wee may.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O give consent shee may be mine,<br>And blesse a faithfull paire;<br>My lands and livings are not small,<br>My house and lynage faire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My mother she was an earles daughter,<br>And a noble knyght my sire --'<br>The baron he frownde, and turnde away<br>With mickle dole and ire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faire Emmeline sighde, faire Emmeline wept,<br>And did all tremblinge stand;<br>At lengthe she sprange upon her knee,<br>And held his lifted hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Pardon, my Lorde and father deare,<br>This faire yong knyght and mee:<br>Trust me, but for the carlish knyght,<br>I never had fled from thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oft have you callde your Emmeline <br>Your darling and your joye;<br>O let not then your harsh resolves<br>Your Emmeline destroye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The baron he stroakt his dark-brown cheeke,<br>And turnde his heade asyde<br>To whipe awaye the starting teare,<br>He proudly strave to hyde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In deepe revolving thought he stoode,<br>And musde a little space;<br>Then raisde faire Emmeline from the grounde,<br>With many a fond embrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here take her, Child of Elle,' he sayd,<br>And gave her lillye hand;<br>'Here take my deare and only child,<br>And with her half my lande.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thy father once mine honour wrongde,<br>In dayes of youthful pride;<br>Do thou the injurye repayre<br>In fondnesse for thy bride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And as thou love her and hold her deare,<br>Heaven prosper thee and thine;<br>And nowe my blessing wend wi' thee,<br>My lovelye Emmeline.'</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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With walles and towres bedight,
And yonder lives the Child of Elle,
A younge and comely knighte.

The Child of Elle to his garden wente,
And stood at his garden pale,
Whan, lo! he beheld faire Emmelines page
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