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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409656" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Poet's Tale; Charlemagne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Olger the Dane and Desiderio,<br>King of the Lombards, on a lofty tower<br>Stood gazing northward o'er the rolling plains,<br>League after league of harvests, to the foot<br>Of the snow-crested Alps, and saw approach<br>A mighty army, thronging all the roads<br>That led into the city. And the King<br>Said unto Olger, who had passed his youth<br>As hostage at the court of France, and knew<br>The Emperor's form and face 'Is Charlemagne<br>Among that host?' And Olger answered: 'No.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still the innumerable multitude<br>Flowed onward and increased, until the King<br>Cried in amazement: 'Surely Charlemagne<br>Is coming in the midst of all these knights!'<br>And Olger answered slowly: 'No; not yet;<br>He will not come so soon.' Then much disturbed<br>King Desiderio asked: 'What shall we do,<br>if he approach with a still greater army!'<br>And Olger answered: 'When he shall appear,<br>You will behold what manner of man he is;<br>But what will then befall us I know not.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came the guard that never knew repose,<br>The Paladins of France; and at the sight<br>The Lombard King o'ercome with terror cried:<br>'This must be Charlemagne!' and as before<br>Did Olger answer: 'No; not yet, not yet.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then appeared in panoply complete<br>The Bishops and the Abbots and the Priests<br>Of the imperial chapel, and the Counts<br>And Desiderio could no more endure<br>The light of day, nor yet encounter death,<br>But sobbed aloud and said: 'Let us go down<br>And hide us in the bosom of the earth,<br>Far from the sight and anger of a foe<br>So terrible as this!' And Olger said:<br>'When you behold the harvests in the fields<br>Shaking with fear, the Po and the Ticino<br>Lashing the city walls with iron waves,<br>Then may you know that Charlemagne is come.<br>And even as he spake, in the northwest,<br>Lo! there uprose a black and threatening cloud,<br>Out of whose bosom flashed the light of arms<br>Upon the people pent up in the city;<br>A light more terrible than any darkness;<br>And Charlemagne appeared;--a Man of Iron!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His helmet was of iron, and his gloves<br>Of iron, and his breastplate and his greaves<br>And tassets were of iron, and his shield.<br>In his left hand he held an iron spear,<br>In his right hand his sword invincible.<br>The horse he rode on had the strength of iron,<br>And color of iron. All who went before him<br>Beside him and behind him, his whole host,<br>Were armed with iron, and their hearts within them<br>Were stronger than the armor that they wore.<br>The fields and all the roads were filled with iron,<br>And points of iron glistened in the sun<br>And shed a terror through the city streets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This at a single glance Olger the Dane<br>Saw from the tower, and turning to the King<br>Exclaimed in haste: 'Behold! this is the man<br>You looked for with such eagerness!' and then<br>Fell as one dead at Desiderio's feet.</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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King of the Lombards, on a lofty tower
Stood gazing northward o'er the rolling plains,
League after league of harvests, to the foot
Of the snow-crested Alps, and saw approach
A mighty army, thronging all the roads
Tha..."></div>
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