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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Planh For The Young English King</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If all the grief and woe and bitterness,<br>All dolour, ill and every evil chance<br>That ever came upon this grieving world<br>Were set together they would seem but light<br>Against the death of the young English King.<br>Worth lieth riven and Youth dolorous,<br>The world overshadowed, soiled and overcast,<br>Void of all joy and full of ire and sadness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grieving and sad and full of bitterness<br>Are left in teen the liegemen courteous,<br>The joglars supple and the troubadours.<br>O'er much hath ta'en Sir Death that deadly warrior<br>In taking from them the young English King,<br>Who made the freest hand seem covetous.<br>'Las! Never was nor will be in this world<br>The balance for this loss in ire and sadness!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O skilful Death and full of bitterness,<br>Well mayst thou boast that thou the best chevalier<br>That any folk e'er had, hast from us taken;<br>Sith nothing is that unto worth pertaineth<br>But had its life in the young English King<br>And better were it, should God grant his pleasure,<br>That he should live than many a living dastard<br>That doth but wound the good with ire and sadness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From this faint world, how full of bitterness<br>Love takes his way and holds his joy deceitful<br>Sith no thing is but turneth unto anguish<br>And each to-day Vails less than yestere'en,<br>Let each man visage this young English King<br>That was most valiant 'mid all worthiest men!<br>Gone is his body fine and amorous,<br>Whence have we grief, discord and deepest sadness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Him, whom it pleased for our great bitterness<br>To come to earth to draw us from misventure,<br>Who drank of death for our salvacioun,<br>Him do we pray as to a Lord most righteous<br>And humble eke, that the young English King<br>He please to pardon, as true pardon is,<br>And bid go in with honoured companions<br>There where there is no grief, nor shall be sadness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q>
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All dolour, ill and every evil chance
That ever came upon this grieving world
Were set together they would seem but light
Against the death of the young English King.
Worth lieth riven and Youth dolorous,
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