<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By The Fireside : King Witlaf's Drinking-horn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Witlaf, a king of the Saxons,<br>Ere yet his last he breathed,<br>To the merry monks of Croyland<br>His drinking-horn bequeathed,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That, whenever they sat at their revels,<br>And drank from the golden bowl,<br>They might remember the donor,<br>And breathe a prayer for his soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So sat they once at Christmas,<br>And bade the goblet pass;<br>In their beards the red wine glistened<br>Like dew-drops in the grass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They drank to the soul of Witlaf,<br>They drank to Christ the Lord,<br>And to each of the Twelve Apostles,<br>Who had preached his holy word. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They drank to the Saints and Martyrs<br>Of the dismal days of yore,<br>And as soon as the horn was empty<br>They remembered one Saint more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the reader droned from the pulpit<br>Like the murmur of many bees,<br>The legend of good Saint Guthlac,<br>And Saint Basil's homilies; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till the great bells of the convent,<br>From their prison in the tower,<br>Guthlac and Bartholomaeus,<br>Proclaimed the midnight hour. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Yule-log cracked in the chimney,<br>And the Abbot bowed his head,<br>And the flamelets flapped and flickered,<br>But the Abbot was stark and dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still in his pallid fingers<br>He clutched the golden bowl,<br>In which, like a pearl dissolving,<br>Had sunk and dissolved his soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But not for this their revels<br>The jovial monks forbore,<br>For they cried, 'Fill high the goblet!<br>We must drink to one Saint more!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</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=409378" data-title="By The Fireside : King Witlaf's Drinking-horn de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="Witlaf, a king of the Saxons, Ere yet his last he breathed, To the merry monks of Croyland His drinking-horn bequeathed,-- That, whenever they sat at their revels, And drank from the golden bowl, They might remember the donor, And breathe a pray..."></div> </div> </div>

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