<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The King's Sabbath</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once idly in his hall king Olave sat<br>Pondering, and with his dagger whittled chips;<br>And one draw near to him with austere lips,<br>Saying 'To-morrow is Monday,' and at that<br>The king said nothing, but held forth his flat<br>Broad palm, and bending on his mighty hips,<br>Took up and mutely laid thereon the slips<br>Of scattered wood, as on a hearth, and gat<br>From off the embers near, a burning brand.<br>Kindling the pile with this, the dreaming Dane<br>Sat silent with his eyes set and his bland<br>Proud mouth, tight-woven, smiling drawn with pain,<br>Watching the fierce fire flare, and wax, and wane,<br>Hiss and burn down upon his shrivelled hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Archibald+Lampman">Archibald Lampman</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348182" data-title="The King's Sabbath de Archibald Lampman" data-description="Once idly in his hall king Olave sat Pondering, and with his dagger whittled chips; And one draw near to him with austere lips, Saying 'To-morrow is Monday,' and at that The king said nothing, but held forth his flat Broad palm, and bending on his..."></div> </div> </div>

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