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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409617" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XVI. -- Queen Thuri And The Angelica Stalks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Northward over Drontheim,<br>Flew the clamorous sea-gulls,<br>Sang the lark and linnet<br>From the meadows green; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weeping in her chamber,<br>Lonely and unhappy,<br>Sat the Drottning Thyri,<br>Sat King Olaf's Queen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In at all the windows<br>Streamed the pleasant sunshine,<br>On the roof above her<br>Softly cooed the dove; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the sound she heard not,<br>Nor the sunshine heeded,<br>For the thoughts of Thyri<br>Were not thoughts of love, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then King Olaf entered,<br>Beautiful as morning,<br>Like the sun at Easter<br>Shone his happy face; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his hand he carried<br>Angelicas uprooted,<br>With delicious fragrance<br>Filling all the place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a rainy midnight<br>Sat the Drottning Thyri,<br>Even the smile of Olaf<br>Could not cheer her gloom; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor the stalks he gave her<br>With a gracious gesture,<br>And with words as pleasant<br>As their own perfume. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In her hands he placed them,<br>And her jewelled fingers<br>Through the green leaves glistened<br>Like the dews of morn; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she cast them from her,<br>Haughty and indignant,<br>On the floor she threw them<br>With a look of scorn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Richer presents,' said she,<br>'Gave King Harald Gormson<br>To the Queen, my mother,<br>Than such worthless weeds; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When he ravaged Norway,<br>Laying waste the kingdom,<br>Seizing scatt and treasure<br>For her royal needs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But thou darest not venture<br>Through the Sound to Vendland,<br>My domains to rescue<br>From King Burislaf; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lest King Svend of Denmark,<br>Forked Beard, my brother,<br>Scatter all thy vessels<br>As the wind the chaff.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up sprang King Olaf,<br>Like a reindeer bounding,<br>With an oath he answered<br>Thus the luckless Queen: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Never yet did Olaf<br>Fear King Svend of Denmark;<br>This right hand shall hale him<br>By his forked chin!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he left the chamber,<br>Thundering through the doorway,<br>Loud his steps resounded<br>Down the outer stair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smarting with the insult,<br>Through the streets of Drontheim<br>Strode he red and wrathful,<br>With his stately air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All his ships he gathered,<br>Summoned all his forces,<br>Making his war levy<br>In the region round; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down the coast of Norway,<br>Like a flock of sea-gulls,<br>Sailed the fleet of Olaf<br>Through the Danish Sound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With his own hand fearless,<br>Steered he the Long Serpent,<br>Strained the creaking cordage,<br>Bent each boom and gaff; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till in Venland landing,<br>The domains of Thyri<br>He redeemed and rescued<br>From King Burislaf. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then said Olaf, laughing,<br>'Not ten yoke of oxen<br>Have the power to draw us<br>Like a woman's hair! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now will I confess it,<br>Better things are jewels<br>Than angelica stalks are<br>For a Queen to wear.'</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>
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Flew the clamorous sea-gulls,
Sang the lark and linnet
From the meadows green; 

Weeping in her chamber,
Lonely and unhappy,
Sat the Drottning Thyri,
Sat King Olaf's Queen. 

In at all the windows
Streamed the pleasant su..."></div>
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