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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Kaiser's Feast</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Kaiser feasted in his hall,<br>The red wine mantled high;<br>Banners were trembling on the wall,<br>To the peals of minstrelsy:<br>And many a gleam and sparkle came<br>From the armour hung around,<br>As it caught the glance of the torch's flame,<br>Or the hearth with pine-boughs crown'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why fell there silence on the chord<br>Beneath the harper's hand?<br>And suddenly, from that rich board,<br>Why rose the wassail-band? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The strings were hush'dâ€“the knights made way<br>For the queenly mother's tread,<br>As up the hall, in dark array,<br>Two fair-hair'd boys she led. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She led them even to the Kaiser's place,<br>And still before him stood;<br>Till, with strange wonder, o'er his face<br>Flush'd the proud warrior-blood:<br>And 'Speak, my mother! speak!' he cried,<br>'Wherefore this mourning vest?<br>And the clinging children by thy side,<br>In weeds of sadness drest?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well may a mourning vest be mine,<br>And theirs, my son, my son!<br>Look on the features of thy line<br>In each fair little one! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tho' grief awhile within their eyes<br>Hath tamed the dancing glee,<br>Yet there thine own quick spirit liesâ€“<br>Thy brother's children see! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And where is he, thy brother, where?<br>He, in thy home that grew,<br>And smiling, with his sunny hair,<br>Ever to greet thee flew?<br>How would his arms thy neck entwine,<br>His fond lips press thy brow!<br>My son! oh, call these orphans thineâ€“<br>Thou hast no brother now! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What! from their gentle eyes doth nought<br>Speak of thy childhood's hours,<br>And smite thee with a tender thought<br>Of thy dead father's towers? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kind was thy boyish heart and true,<br>When rear'd together there,<br>Thro' the old woods like fawns ye flewâ€“<br>Where is thy brotherâ€“where? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well didst thou love him then, and he<br>Still at thy side was seen!<br>How is it that such things can be<br>As tho' they ne'er had been?<br>Evil was this world's breath, which came<br>Between the good and brave!<br>Now must the tears of grief and shame<br>Be offer'd to the grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And let them, let them there be pour'd!<br>Though all unfelt below,<br>Thine own wrung heart, to love restor'd,<br>Shall soften as they flow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! death is mighty to make peace;<br>Now bid his work be done!<br>So many an inward strife shall ceaseâ€“<br>Take, take these babes, my son!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eye was dimm'dâ€“the strong man shook<br>With feelings long suppress'd;<br>Up in his arms the boys he took,<br>And strain'd them to his breast.<br>And a shout from all in the royal hall<br>Burst forth to hail the sight;<br>And eyes were wet, midst the brave that met<br>At the Kaiser's feast that night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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The red wine mantled high;
Banners were trembling on the wall,
To the peals of minstrelsy:
And many a gleam and sparkle came
From the armour hung around,
As it caught the glance of the torch's flame,
Or the hearth w..."></div>
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