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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393313" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Count Eberhard, The Groaner Of Wurtembert. A War Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now hearken, ye who take delight<br> In boasting of your worth!<br> To many a man, to many a knight,<br> Beloved in peace and brave in fight,<br> The Swabian land gives birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of Charles and Edward, Louis, Guy,<br> And Frederick, ye may boast;<br> Charles, Edward, Louis, Frederick, Guy--<br> None with Sir Eberhard can vie--<br> Himself a mighty host!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And then young Ulerick, his son,<br> Ha! how he loved the fray!<br> Young Ulerick, the Count's bold son,<br> When once the battle had begun,<br> No foot's-breadth e'er gave way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Reutlingers, with gnashing teeth,<br> Saw our bright ranks revealed<br> And, panting for the victor's wreath,<br> They drew the sword from out the sheath,<br> And sought the battle-field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He charged the foe,--but fruitlessly,--<br> Then, mail-clad, homeward sped;<br> Stern anger filled his father's eye,<br> And made the youthful warrior fly,<br> And tears of anguish shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now, rascals, quake!--This grieved him sore,<br> And rankled in his brain;<br> And by his father's beard he swore,<br> With many a craven townsman's gore<br> To wash out this foul stain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ere long the feud raged fierce and loud,--<br> Then hastened steed and man<br> To Doeffingen in thronging crowd,<br> While joy inspired the youngster proud,--<br> And soon the strife began.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Our army's signal-word that day<br> Was the disastrous fight;<br> It spurred us on like lightning's ray,<br> And plunged us deep in bloody fray,<br> And in the spears' black night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The youthful Count his ponderous mace<br> With lion's rage swung round;<br> Destruction stalked before his face,<br> While groans and howlings filled the place<br> And hundreds bit the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Woe! Woe! A heavy sabre-stroke<br> Upon his neck descended;<br> The sight each warrior's pity woke--<br> In vain! In vain! No word he spoke--<br> His course on earth was ended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Loud wept both friend and foeman then,<br> Checked was the victor's glow;<br> The count cheered thus his knights again--<br> &quot;My son is like all other men,--<br> March, children, 'gainst the foe!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With greater fury whizzed each lance,<br> Revenge inflamed the blood;<br> O'er corpses moved the fearful dance<br> The townsmen fled in random chance<br> O'er mountain, vale, and flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then back to camp, with trumpet's bray,<br> We hied in joyful haste;<br> And wife and child, with roundelay,<br> With clanging cup and waltzes gay,<br> Our glorious triumph graced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And our old Count,--what now does he?<br> His son lies dead before him;<br> Within his tent all woefully<br> He sits alone in agony,<br> And drops one hot tear o'er him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And so, with true affection warm,<br> The Count our lord we love;<br> Himself a mighty hero-swarm--<br> The thunders rest within his arm--<br> He shines like star above!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Farewell, then, ye who take delight<br> In boasting of your worth!<br> To many a man, to many a knight,<br> Beloved in peace, and brave in fight,<br> The Swabian land gives birth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</a><div class=q>
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 In boasting of your worth!
 To many a man, to many a knight,
 Beloved in peace and brave in fight,
 The Swabian land gives birth.

 Of Charles and Edward, Louis, Guy,
 And Frederick, ye may boast;
 Charles, Edward..."></div>
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