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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354015" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The King Of Denmark’s Ride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WORD was brought to the Danish king <br> (Hurry!) <br>That the love of his heart lay suffering, <br>And pin’d for the comfort his voice would bring; <br> (Oh! ride as though you were flying!)<br>Better he loves each golden curl <br>On the brow of that Scandinavian girl <br>Than his rich crown jewels of ruby and pearl; <br> And his rose of the isles is dying! <br> <br>Thirty nobles saddled with speed,<br> (Hurry!) <br>Each one mounting a gallant steed <br>Which he kept for battle and days of need; <br> (Oh! ride as though you were flying!) <br>Spurs were struck in the foaming flank;<br>Worn-out chargers stagger’d and sank; <br>Bridles were slacken’d, and girths were burst; <br>But ride as they would, the king rode first, <br> For his rose of the isles lay dying! <br> <br>His nobles are beaten, one by one; <br> (Hurry!) <br>They have fainted, and falter’d, and homeward gone; <br>His little fair page now follows alone, <br> For strength and for courage trying. <br>The king look’d back at that faithful child;<br>Wan was the face that answering smil’d; <br>They passed the drawbridge with clattering din, <br>Then he dropp’d; and only the king rode in <br> Where his rose of the isles lay dying! <br> <br>The king blew a blast on his bugle horn;<br> (Silence!) <br>No answer came; but faint and forlorn <br>An echo return’d on the cold gray morn, <br> Like the breath of a spirit sighing. <br>The castle portal stood grimly wide;<br>None welcom’d the king from that weary ride; <br>For dead, in the light of the dawning day, <br>The pale sweet form of the welcomer lay, <br> Who had yearn’d for his voice while dying! <br> <br>The panting steed, with a drooping crest, <br> Stood weary. <br>The king return’d from her chamber of rest, <br>The thick sobs choking in his breast; <br> And, that dumb companion eyeing, <br>The tears gush’d forth which he strove to check;<br>He bowed his head on his charger’s neck: <br>“O steed—that every nerve didst strain, <br>Dear steed, our ride hath been in vain <br> To the halls where my love lay dying!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q>
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 (Hurry!) 
That the love of his heart lay suffering, 
And pin’d for the comfort his voice would bring; 
 (Oh! ride as though you were flying!)
Better he loves each golden curl 
On the brow of that Scandinavia..."></div>
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