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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409647" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude II.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well pleased all listened to the tale,<br>That drew, the Student said, its pith<br>And marrow from the ancient myth<br>Of some one with an iron flail;<br>Or that portentous Man of Brass<br>Hephaestus made in days of yore,<br>Who stalked about the Cretan shore,<br>And saw the ships appear and pass,<br>And threw stones at the Argonauts,<br>Being filled with indiscriminate ire<br>That tangled and perplexed his thoughts;<br>But, like a hospitable host,<br>When strangers landed on the coast,<br>Heated himself red-hot with fire,<br>And hugged them in his arms, and pressed<br>Their bodies to his burning breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Poet answered: 'No, not thus<br>The legend rose; it sprang at first<br>Out of the hunger and the thirst<br>In all men for the marvellous.<br>And thus it filled and satisfied<br>The imagination of mankind,<br>And this ideal to the mind<br>Was truer than historic fact.<br>Fancy enlarged and multiplied<br>The tenors of the awful name<br>Of Charlemagne, till he became<br>Armipotent in every act,<br>And, clothed in mystery, appeared<br>Not what men saw, but what they feared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Besides, unless my memory fail,<br>Your some one with an iron flail<br>Is not an ancient myth at all,<br>But comes much later on the scene<br>As Talus in the Faerie Queene,<br>The iron groom of Artegall,<br>Who threshed out falsehood and deceit,<br>And truth upheld, and righted wrong,<br>As was, as is the swallow, fleet,<br>And as the lion is, was strong.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Theologian said: 'Perchance<br>Your chronicler in writing this<br>Had in his mind the Anabasis,<br>Where Xenophon describes the advance<br>Of Artaxerxes to the fight;<br>At first the low gray cloud of dust,<br>And then a blackness o'er the fields<br>As of a passing thunder-gust,<br>Then flash of brazen armor bright,<br>And ranks of men, and spears up-thrust,<br>Bowmen and troops with wicker shields,<br>And cavalry equipped in white,<br>And chariots ranged in front of these<br>With scythes upon their axle-trees.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To this the Student answered: 'Well,<br>I also have a tale to tell<br>Of Charlemagne; a tale that throws<br>A softer light, more tinged with rose,<br>Than your grim apparition cast<br>Upon the darkness of the past.<br>Listen, and hear in English rhyme<br>What the good Monk of Lauresheim<br>Gives as the gossip of his time,<br>In mediaeval Latin prose.'</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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That drew, the Student said, its pith
And marrow from the ancient myth
Of some one with an iron flail;
Or that portentous Man of Brass
Hephaestus made in days of yore,
Who stalked about the Cretan shore,
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