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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346123" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rising In The North</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listen, lively Lordings all,<br>Lithe and listen unto mee,<br>And I will sing of a noble earle,<br>The noblest earle in the north countrie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earle Percy is into his garden gone,<br>And after him walkes his faire Ladie:<br>'I heare a bird sing in mine eare,<br>That I must either fight or flee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now heaven forfend, my dearest Lord,<br>That ever such harm should hap to thee:<br>But goe to London to the court,<br>And faire fall truth and honestie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now nay, now nay, my Ladye gay,<br>Alas! thy counsell suits not mee;<br>Mine enemies prevail so fast,<br>That at the court I may not bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O goe to the court yet, good my Lord,<br>And take thy gallant men with thee:<br>If any dare to doe you wrong,<br>Then your warrant they may bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O goe to the court yet, good my Lord,<br>And take thy gallant men with thee:<br>If any dare to doe you wrong,<br>Then your warrant they may bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now nay, now nay, thou Lady faire,<br>The court is full of subtiltie;<br>And if I goe to the court, Lady, <br>Never more I may thee see.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet goe to the court, my Lord,' she sayes,<br>'And I myselfe will ryde wi' thee;<br>At court then for my dearest Lord, <br>His faithfull borrow I will bee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now nay, now nay, my Lady deare;<br>Far lever had I lose my life,<br>Than leave among my cruell foes <br>My love in jeopardy and strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But come thou hither, my little foot-page,<br>Come thou hither unto mee;<br>To maister Norton thou must go<br>In all the haste that ever may bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Commend me to that gentleman,<br>And beare this letter here fro mee;<br>And say that earnestly I praye,<br>He will ryde in my companie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One while the little foot-page went,<br>And another while he ran;<br>Untill he came to his journeys end,<br>The little foot-page never blan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When to that gentleman he came,<br>Down he kneeled on his knee,<br>And took the letter betwixt his hands,<br>And lett the gentleman it see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the letter it was redd<br>Affore that goodlye companye,<br>I wis, if you the truthe wold know,<br>There was many a weeping eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sayd, 'Come hither, Christopher Norton,<br>A gallant youth thou seemst to bee;<br>What doest thou counsell me, my sonne,<br>Now that good erle's in jeopardy?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Father, my counselle's fair and free;<br>That erle he is a noble lord,<br>And whatsoever to him you hight,<br>I wold not have you breake your word.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gramercy, Christopher, my sonne,<br>Thy counsell well it liketh me,<br>And if we speed and scape with life,<br>Well advanced shalt thou bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come you hither, my nine good sonnes,<br>Gallant men I trowe you bee:<br>How many of you, my children deare,<br>Will stand by that good erle and mee?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eight of them did answer make,<br>Eight of them spake hastilie,<br>'O father, till the daye we dye<br>We'll stand by that good erle and thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gramercy now, my children deare,<br>You showe yourselves right bold and brave;<br>And whethersoe'er I live or dye,<br>A fathers blessing you shal have.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But what sayst thou, O Fancis Norton?<br>Thou art mine eldest sonn and heire;<br>Somewhat lyes brooding in thy breast;<br>Whatever it bee, to mee declare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Father, you are an aged man;<br>Your head is white, your bearde is gray;<br>It were a shame at these your yeares<br>For you to ryse in such a fray.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now fye upon thee, coward Francis,<br>Thou never learndest this of mee;<br>When thou wert yong and tender of age, <br>Why did I make soe much of thee?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But, father, I will wend with you, <br>Unarm'd and naked will I bee;<br>And he that strikes against the crowne,<br>Ever an ill death may he dee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then rose that reverend gentleman,<br>And with him came a goodlye band,<br>To join with the brave Erle Percy,<br>And all the flower o' Northumberland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With them the noble Nevill came,<br>The Erle of Westmorland was hee.<br>At Wetherbye they mustred their host, <br>Thirteen thousand faire to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord Westmorland his ancyent raisde,<br>The Dun Bull he rays'd on hye,<br>And three dogs with golden collars<br>Were there sett out most royallye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Erle Percy there his ancyent spred,<br>The Halfe-Moone shining all soe faire:<br>The Nortons ancyent had the crosse,<br>And the five wounds our Lord did beare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Sir George Bowes he straitwaye rose,<br>After them some spoyle to make;<br>Those noble erles turn'd backe againe, <br>And aye they vowed that knight to take.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That baron he to his castle fled,<br>To Barnard castle then fled hee;<br>The uttermost walles were eathe to win,<br>The earles have won them presentlie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The uttermost walles were lime and bricke,<br>But thoughe they won them soon anone,<br>Long e'er they wan the innermost walles,<br>For they were cut in rocke of stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then newes unto leeve London came,<br>In all the speede that ever might bee,<br>And word is brought to our royall queene<br>Of the rysing in the North countrie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her grace she turned her round about,<br>And like a royall queene shee swore,<br>'I will ordayne them such a breakfast,<br>As never was in the North before.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shee caus'd thirty thousand men be rays'd,<br>With horse and harneis faire to see;<br>She causd thirty thousand men be raised,<br>To take the earles i' th' North countrie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wi' them the false Erle Warwick went,<br>Th' Erle Sussex and the Lord Hunsden;<br>Untill they to Yorke castle came,<br>I wiss, they never stint ne blan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now spred thy ancyent, Westmorland,<br>Thy dun bull faine would we spye:<br>And thou, the Erle o' Northumberland,<br>Now rayse thy half-moone up on hye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the dun bulle is fled and gone,<br>And the halfe-moone vanished away:<br>The earles, though they were brave and bold,<br>Against soe many could not stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thee, Norton, wi' thine eight good sonnes,<br>They doom'd to dye, alas for ruth! <br>Thy reverend lockes thee could not save,<br>Nor them their faire and blooming youthe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wi' them full many a gallant wight<br>They cruellye bereav'd of life:<br>And many a childe made fatherlesse,<br>And widowed many a tender wife.</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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Lithe and listen unto mee,
And I will sing of a noble earle,
The noblest earle in the north countrie.

Earle Percy is into his garden gone,
And after him walkes his faire Ladie:
'I heare a bird sing in mine eare,
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