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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Glove - A Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before his lion-court,<br>Impatient for the sport,<br> King Francis sat one day;<br>The peers of his realm sat around,<br>And in balcony high from the ground<br> Sat the ladies in beauteous array.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when with his finger he beckoned,<br>The gate opened wide in a second,--<br>And in, with deliberate tread,<br>Enters a lion dread,<br>And looks around<br>Yet utters no sound;<br>Then long he yawns<br> And shakes his mane,<br>And, stretching each limb,<br> Down lies he again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again signs the king,--<br> The next gate open flies,<br>And, lo! with a wild spring,<br> A tiger out hies.<br>When the lion he sees, loudly roars he about,<br>And a terrible circle his tail traces out.<br>Protruding his tongue, past the lion he walks,<br>And, snarling with rage, round him warily stalks:<br>Then, growling anew,<br>On one side lies down too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again signs the king,--<br> And two gates open fly,<br>And, lo! with one spring,<br> Two leopards out hie.<br>On the tiger they rush, for the fight nothing loth,<br>But he with his paws seizes hold of them both.<br>And the lion, with roaring, gets up,--then all's still;<br>The fierce beasts stalk around, madly thirsting to kill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the balcony raised high above<br>A fair hand lets fall down a glove<br>Into the lists, where 'tis seen<br>The lion and tiger between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the knight, Sir Delorges, in tone of jest,<br> Then speaks young Cunigund fair;<br>&quot;Sir Knight, if the love that thou feel'st in thy breast<br> Is as warm as thou'rt wont at each moment to swear,<br> Pick up, I pray thee, the glove that lies there!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the knight, in a moment, with dauntless tread,<br> Jumps into the lists, nor seeks to linger,<br>And, from out the midst of those monsters dread,<br> Picks up the glove with a daring finger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the knights and ladies of high degree<br>With wonder and horror the action see,<br>While he quietly brings in his hand the glove,<br> The praise of his courage each mouth employs;<br>Meanwhile, with a tender look of love,<br> The promise to him of coming joys,<br>Fair Cunigund welcomes him back to his place.<br>But he threw the glove point-blank in her face:<br>&quot;Lady, no thanks from thee I'll receive!&quot;<br>And that selfsame hour he took his leave.</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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Impatient for the sport,
 King Francis sat one day;
The peers of his realm sat around,
And in balcony high from the ground
 Sat the ladies in beauteous array.

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The gate opened wide in a ..."></div>
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