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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409648" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude III.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus ran the Student's pleasant rhyme<br>Of Eginhard and love and youth;<br>Some doubted its historic truth,<br>But while they doubted, ne'ertheless<br>Saw in it gleams of truthfulness,<br>And thanked the Monk of Lauresheim.<br>This they discussed in various mood;<br>Then in the silence that ensued<br>Was heard a sharp and sudden sound<br>As of a bowstring snapped in air;<br>And the Musician with a bound<br>Sprang up in terror from his chair,<br>And for a moment listening stood,<br>Then strode across the room, and found<br>His dear, his darling violin<br>Still lying safe asleep within<br>Its little cradle, like a child<br>That gives a sudden cry of pain,<br>And wakes to fall asleep again;<br>And as he looked at it and smiled,<br>By the uncertain light beguiled,<br>Despair! two strings were broken in twain.<br>While all lamented and made moan,<br>With many a sympathetic word<br>As if the loss had been their own,<br>Deeming the tones they might have heard<br>Sweeter than they had heard before,<br>They saw the Landlord at the door,<br>The missing man, the portly Squire!<br>He had not entered, but he stood<br>With both arms full of seasoned wood,<br>To feed the much-devouring fire,<br>That like a lion in a cage<br>Lashed its long tail and roared with rage.<br>The missing man! Ah, yes, they said,<br>Missing, but whither had he fled?<br>Where had he hidden himself away?<br>No farther than the barn or shed;<br>He had not hidden himself, nor fled;<br>How should he pass the rainy day<br>But in his barn with hens and hay,<br>Or mending harness, cart, or sled?<br>Now, having come, he needs must stay<br>And tell his tale as well as they.<br>The Landlord answered only: 'These<br>Are logs from the dead apple-trees<br>Of the old orchard planted here<br>By the first Howe of Sudbury.<br>Nor oak nor maple has so clear<br>A flame, or burns so quietly,<br>Or leaves an ash so clean and white;'<br>Thinking by this to put aside<br>The impending tale that terrified;<br>When suddenly, to his delight,<br>The Theologian interposed,<br>Saying that when the door was closed,<br>And they had stopped that draft of cold,<br>Unpleasant night air, he proposed<br>To tell a tale world-wide apart<br>From that the Student had just told;<br>World-wide apart, and yet akin,<br>As showing that the human heart<br>Beats on forever as of old,<br>As well beneath the snow-white fold<br>Of Quaker kerchief, as within<br>Sendal or silk or cloth of gold,<br>And without preface would begin.<br>And then the clamorous clock struck eight,<br>Deliberate, with sonorous chime<br>Slow measuring out the march of time,<br>Like some grave Consul of old Rome<br>In Jupiter's temple driving home<br>The nails that marked the year and date.<br>Thus interrupted in his rhyme,<br>The Theologian needs must wait;<br>But quoted Horace, where he sings<br>The dire Necessity of things,<br>That drives into the roofs sublime<br>Of new-built houses of the great<br>The adamantine nails of Fate.<br>When ceased the little carillon<br>To herald from its wooden tower<br>The important transit of the hour,<br>The Theologian hastened on,<br>Content to be allowed at last<br>To sing his Idyl of the Past.</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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Of Eginhard and love and youth;
Some doubted its historic truth,
But while they doubted, ne'ertheless
Saw in it gleams of truthfulness,
And thanked the Monk of Lauresheim.
This they discussed in various mood;
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