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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Legend of Sir Guy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pleasant song of the valiant deeds of chivalry atchieved by that noble knight Sir Guy of Warwick, who, for the love of fair Phelis, became a hermit, and died in a cave of craggy rocke, a mile distant from Warwick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was ever knight for ladyes sake<br>Soe tost in love, as I, Sir Guy,<br>For Phelis fayre, that lady bright<br>As ever man beheld with eye?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She gave me leave myself to try,<br>The valiant knight with sheeld and speare,<br>Ere that her love shee wold grant me;<br>Which made mee venture far and neare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then proved I a baron bold,<br>In deeds of armes the doughtyest knight<br>That in those dayes in England was,<br>With sword and speare in feild to fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An English man I was by birthe:<br>In faith of Christ a christyan true:<br>The wicked lawes of infidells<br>I sought by prowesse to subdue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nine' hundred twenty yeere and odde<br>After our Saviour Christ his birth,<br>When King Athelstone wore the crowne,<br>I lived heere upon the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometime I was of Warwicke erle,<br>And, as I sayd, of very truth<br>A ladyes love did me constraine<br>To seeke strange ventures in my youth;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To win me fame by feates of armes<br>In strange and sundry heathen lands;<br>Where I atchieved for her sake<br>Right dangerous conquests with my hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For first I sayled to Normandye,<br>And there I stoutlye wan in fight<br>The emperours daughter of Almaine,<br>From manye a vallyant worthye knight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then passed I the seas to Greece,<br>To helpe the emperour in his right,<br>Against the mightye souldans hoaste<br>Of puissant Persians for to fight:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where I did slay of Sarazens,<br>And heathen pagans, manye a man;<br>And slew the souldans cozen deere,<br>Who had to name doughtye Coldran.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eskeldered, a famous knight,<br>To death likewise I did pursue;<br>And Elmayne, King of Tyre, alsoe,<br>Most terrible in fight to viewe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went into the souldans hoast,<br>To death likewise I did pursue;<br>And Elmayne, King of Tyre, alsoe,<br>Most terrible in fight to viewe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went into the souldans hoast,<br>Being thither on embassage sent,<br>And brought his head awaye with mee;<br>I having slaine him in his tent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a dragon in that land<br>Most fiercelye mett me by the waye,<br>As hee a lyon did pursue,<br>Which I myself did alsoe slay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then soon I past the seas from Greece,<br>And came to Pavye land aright;<br>Where I the Duke of Pavye killed,<br>His hainous treason to requite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To England then I came with speede,<br>To wedd faire Phelis, lady bright;<br>For love of whome I travelled farr<br>To try my manhood and my might.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when I had espoused her,<br>I stayd with her but fortye dayes,<br>Ere that I left this ladye faire,<br>And went from her beyond the seas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All cladd in gray, in pilgrim sort,<br>My voyage from her I did take<br>Unto the blessed Holy Land,<br>For Jesus Christ my Saviours sake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where I Erle Jonas did redeeme,<br>And all his sonnes, which were fifteene,<br>Who with the cruell Sarazens<br>In prisons for long time had beene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I slew the giant Amarant<br>In battel fiercelye hand to hand,<br>And doughty Barknard killed I, <br>A treacherous knight of Pavye land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I to England came againe,<br>And here with Colbronde fell I fought;<br>An ugly gyant, which the Danes<br>Had for their champion hither brought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I overcame him in the field,<br>And slewe him soone right valliantlye;<br>Wherebye this land I did redeeme<br>From Danish tribute utterlye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And afterwards I offered upp<br>The use of weapons solemnlye <br>At Winchester, whereas I fought,<br>In sight of manye farr and nye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But first,' near Windsor, I did slaye<br>A bore of passing might and strength;<br>Whose like in England never was <br>For hugenesse both in bredth and length.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some of his bones in Warwicke yett<br>Within the castle there doe lye;<br>One of his sheeld-bones to this day<br>Hangs in the citye of Coventrye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Dunsmore heath I alsoe slewe<br>A monstrous wyld and cruell beast,<br>Calld the Dun-cow of Dunsmore heath;<br>Which manye people had opprest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some of her bones in Warwicke yett<br>Still for a monument doe lye,<br>And there exposed to lookers viewe,<br>As wonderous strange, they may espye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dragon in Northumberland<br>I alsoe did in fight destroye,<br>Which did bothe man and beast oppresse,<br>And all the countrye sore annoye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length to Warwicke I did come,<br>Like pilgrim poore and was not knowne;<br>And there I lived a hermitts life<br>A mile and more out of the towne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where with my hands I hewed a house<br>Out of a craggy rocke of stone,<br>And lived like a palmer poore<br>WIthin that cave myself alone;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And daylye came to begg my bread <br>Of Phelis att my castle gate;<br>Not knowne unto my loved wiffe,<br>Who dailye mourned for her mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till att the last I fell sore sicke,<br>Yea, sicke soe sore that I must dye;<br>I sent to her a ring of golde<br>By which shee knewe me presentlye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then shee repairing to the cave,<br>Before that I gave up the ghost,<br>Herself closd up my dying eyes;<br>My Phelis faire, whom I lovd most.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus dreadful death did me arrest,<br>To bring my corpes unto the grave,<br>And like a palmer dyed I,<br>Whereby I sought my soule to save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My body that endured this toyle,<br>Though now it be consumed to mold,<br>My statue, faire engraven in stone,<br>In Warwicke still you may behold.</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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