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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346112" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Legend of King Arthur</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Brutus' blood, in Brittaine borne,<br>King Arthur I am to name;<br>Through Christendome and Heathynesse<br>Well knowne is my worthy fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve;<br>I am a Christyan bore;<br>The Father, Sone, and Holy Gost,<br>One God, I doe adore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the four hundred ninetieth yeere,<br>Oer Brittaine I did rayne,<br>After my Savior Christ his byrth,<br>What time I did maintaine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fellowshipp of the Table Round,<br>Soe famous in those dayes;<br>Whereatt a hundred noble knights<br>And thirty sat alwayes:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who for their deeds and martiall feates,<br>As bookes done yett record,<br>Amongst all other nations<br>Wer feared through the world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in the castle of Tyntagill<br>King Uther mee begate,<br>Of Agyana, a bewtyous ladye,<br>And come of hie estate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I was fifteen yeere old,<br>Then was I crowned kinge:<br>All Brittaine, that was att an uprÃ²re,<br>I did to quiett bringe;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And drove the Saxons from the realme,<br>Who had opprest this land;<br>All Scotland then, throughe manly feates,<br>I conquered with my hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ireland, Denmarke, Norwaye,<br>These countryes wan I all;<br>Iseland, Gotheland, and Swetheland;<br>And made their kings my thrall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I conquered all Gallya,<br>That now is called France;<br>And slew the hardye Froll in feild,<br>My honor to advance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the ugly gyant Dynabus,<br>Soe terrible to vewe,<br>That in Saint Barnards mount did lye,<br>By force of armes I slew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Lucyus, the emperour of Rome,<br>I brought to deadly wracke;<br>And a thousand more of noble knightes<br>For feare did turne their backe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Five kinges of paynims I did kill<br>Amidst that bloody strife;<br>Besides the Grecian emperour,<br>Who alsoe lost his liffe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose carcasse I did send to Rome,<br>Cladd poorlye on a beere;<br>And afterward I past Mount-Joye<br>The next approaching yeere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I came to Rome, where I was mett<br>Right as a conquerour,<br>And by all the cardinalls solempnelye<br>I was crowned an emperour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One winter there I made abode,<br>Then word to mee was brought,<br>How Mordred had oppressd the crowne,<br>What treason he had wrought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Att home in Brittaine with my queene:<br>Therfore I came with speede<br>To Brittaine backe, with all my power,<br>To quitt that traiterous deede;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And soone at Sandwiche I arrivde,<br>Where Mordred me withstoode:<br>But yett at last I landed there,<br>With effusion of much blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For there my nephew Sir Gawaine dyed,<br>Being wounded in that sore<br>The whiche Sir Launcelot in fight<br>Had given him before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then chased I Mordered away,<br>Who fledd to London right,<br>From London to Winchester, and<br>To Cornwalle tooke his flyght.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still I him pursued with speed,<br>Till at the last wee mett;<br>Wherby an appointed day of fight<br>Was there agreed and set:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where we did fight, of mortal life<br>Eche other to deprive,<br>Till of a hundred thousand men<br>Scarce one was left alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There all the noble chivalrye<br>Of Brittaine took their end.<br>O see how fickle is their state<br>That doe on fates depend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There all the traiterous men were slaine,<br>Not one escapte away;<br>And there dyed all my vallyant knightes.<br>Alas! that woefull day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two and twenty yeere I ware the crowne<br>In honor and great fame,<br>And thus by death was suddenlye<br>Deprived of the same.</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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King Arthur I am to name;
Through Christendome and Heathynesse
Well knowne is my worthy fame.

In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve;
I am a Christyan bore;
The Father, Sone, and Holy Gost,
One God, I doe adore.

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