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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of Courtesy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Sir Gawain was led to his bridal-bed, <br>By Arthur's knights in scorn God-sped:- <br>How think you he felt? <br>O the bride within <br>Was yellow and dry as a snake's old skin; <br>Loathly as sin! <br>Scarcely faceable, <br>Quite unembraceable; <br>With a hog's bristle on a hag's chin! - <br>Gentle Gawain felt as should we, <br>Little of Love's soft fire knew he: <br>But he was the Knight of Courtesy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When that evil lady he lay beside <br>Bade him turn to greet his bride, <br>What think you he did? <br>O, to spare her pain, <br>And let not his loathing her loathliness vain <br>Mirror too plain, <br>Sadly, sighingly, <br>Almost dyingly, <br>Turned he and kissed her once and again. <br>Like Sir Gawain, gentles, should we? <br>SILENT, ALL! But for pattern agree <br>There's none like the Knight of Courtesy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Gawain sprang up amid laces and curls: <br>Kisses are not wasted pearls:- <br>What clung in his arms? <br>O, a maiden flower, <br>Burning with blushes the sweet bride-bower, <br>Beauty her dower! <br>Breathing perfumingly; <br>Shall I live bloomingly, <br>Said she, by day, or the bridal hour? <br>Thereat he clasped her, and whispered he, <br>Thine, rare bride, the choice shall be. <br>Said she, Twice blest is Courtesy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of gentle Sir Gawain they had no sport, <br>When it was morning in Arthur's court; <br>What think you they cried? <br>Now, life and eyes! <br>This bride is the very Saint's dream of a prize, <br>Fresh from the skies! <br>See ye not, Courtesy <br>Is the true Alchemy, <br>Turning to gold all it touches and tries? <br>Like the true knight, so may we <br>Make the basest that there be <br>Beautiful by Courtesy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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When Sir Gawain was led to his bridal-bed, 
By Arthur's knights in scorn God-sped:- 
How think you he felt? 
O the bride within 
Was yellow and dry as a snake's old skin; 
Loathly as sin! 
Scarcely faceable, 
Quite unembraceable; 
With a hog's..."></div>
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