<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400577" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wife of Flanders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, <br>Where I had seven sons until to-day, <br>A little hill of hay your spur has scattered. . . . <br>This is not Paris. You have lost your way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, staring at your sword to find it brittle, <br>Surprised at the surprise that was your plan, <br>Who, shaking and breaking barriers not a little, <br>Find never more the death-door of Sedan -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Must I for more than carnage call you claimant, <br>Paying you a penny for each son you slay? <br>Man, the whole globe in gold were no repayment <br>For what you have lost. And how shall I repay? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is the price of that red spark that caught me <br>From a kind farm that never had a name? <br>What is the price of that dead man they brought me? <br>For other dead men do not look the same. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How should I pay for one poor graven steeple <br>Whereon you shattered what you shall not know? <br>How should I pay you, miserable people? <br>How should I pay you everything you owe? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unhappy, can I give you back your honour? <br>Though I forgave, would any man forget? <br>While all the great green land has trampled on her <br>The treason and terror of the night we met. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not any more in vengeance or in pardon <br>An old wife bargains for a bean that's hers. <br>You have no word to break: no heart to harden. <br>Ride on and prosper. You have lost your spurs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400577" data-title="The Wife of Flanders de Gilbert Keith Chesterton" data-description="Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of hay your spur has scattered. . . . This is not Paris. You have lost your way. You, staring at your sword to find it brittle, Surp..."></div> </div> </div>

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