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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Black Knight. (From The German Of Uhland)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,<br>When woods and fields put off all sadness,<br>Thus began the King and spake:<br>So from the halls<br>Of ancient Hofburgh's walls,<br>A luxuriant Spring shall break.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drums and trumpets echo loudly,<br>Wave the crimson banners proudly,<br>From balcony the King looked on;<br>In the play of spears,<br>Fell all the cavaliers,<br>Before the monarch's stalwart son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the barrier of the fight<br>Rode at last a sable Knight.<br>Sir Knight! your name and scutcheon say!<br>Should I speak it here,<br>Ye would stand aghast with fear;<br>I am a Prince of mighty sway!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he rode into the lists,<br>The arch of heaven grew black with mists,<br>And the castle 'gan to rock.<br>At the first blow,<br>Fell the youth from saddle-bow,<br>Hardly rises from the shock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pipe and viol call the dances,<br>Torch-light through the high hall glances;<br>Waves a mighty shadow in;<br>With manner bland<br>Doth ask the maiden's hand,<br>Doth with her the dance begin;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Danced in sable iron sark,<br>Danced a measure weird and dark,<br>Coldly clasped her limbs around.<br>From breast and hair<br>Down fall from her the fair<br>Flowerets, faded, to the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the sumptuous banquet came<br>Every Knight and every Dame.<br>'Twixt son and daughter all distraught,<br>With mournful mind<br>The ancient King reclined,<br>Gazed at them in silent thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pale the children both did look,<br>But the guest a beaker took;<br>Golden wine will make you whole!<br>The children drank,<br>Gave many a courteous thank;<br>Oh, that draught was very cool!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each the father's breast embraces,<br>Son and daughter; and their faces<br>Colourless grow utterly.<br>Whichever way<br>Looks the fear-struck father grey,<br>He beholds his children die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Woe! the blessed children both<br>Takest thou in the joy of youth;<br>Take me, too, the joyless father!<br>Spake the grim Guest,<br>From his hollow, cavernous breast,<br>Roses in the spring I gather!</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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When woods and fields put off all sadness,
Thus began the King and spake:
So from the halls
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A luxuriant Spring shall break.

Drums and trumpets echo loudly,
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