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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Elected Knight. From The Danish.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain,<br>Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide,<br>But never, ah never, can meet with the man,<br>A tilt with him dare ride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw under the hill-side<br>A Knight full well equipped;<br>His steed was black, his helm was barred;<br>He was riding at full speed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wore upon his spurs<br>Twelve little golden birds;<br>Anon he spurred his steed with a clang,<br>And there sat all the birds and sang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wore upon his mail <br>Twelve little golden wheels;<br>Anon in eddies the wild wind blew,<br>And round and round the wheels they flew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wore before his breast<br>A lance that was poised in rest;<br>And it was sharper than diamond-stone.<br>It made Sir Oluf's heart to groan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wore upon his helm<br>A wreath of ruddy gold;<br>And that gave him the Maidens Three,<br>The youngest was fair to behold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Oluf questioned the Knight eftsoon<br>If he were come from heaven down;<br>'Art thou Christ of Heaven,' quoth he,<br>'So will I yield me unto thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am not Christ the Great,<br>Thou shalt not yield thee yet;<br>I am an Unknown Knight,<br>Three modest maidens have me bedight.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Art thou a Knight elected,<br>And have three Maidens thee bedight;<br>So shalt thou ride a tilt this day,<br>For all the Maidens' honour!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first tilt they together rode<br>They put their steeds to the test;<br>The second tilt they together rode,<br>They proved their manhood best;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The third tilt they together rode,<br>Neither of them would yield;<br>The fourth tilt they together rode,<br>They both fell on the field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now lie the Lords upon the plain,<br>And their blood runs unto death:<br>Now sit the Maidens in the high tower,<br>The youngest sorrows till death.</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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But never, ah never, can meet with the man,
A tilt with him dare ride. 

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His steed was black, his helm was barr..."></div>
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