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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409703" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Emperor's Bird's-Nest. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once the Emperor Charles of Spain,<br>With his swarthy, grave commanders,<br>I forget in what campaign,<br>Long besieged, in mud and rain,<br>Some old frontier town of Flanders. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up and down the dreary camp,<br>In great boots of Spanish leather,<br>Striding with a measured tramp,<br>These Hidalgos, dull and damp,<br>Cursed the Frenchmen, cursed the weather. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus as to and fro they went,<br>Over upland and through hollow,<br>Giving their impatience vent,<br>Perched upon the Emperor's tent,<br>In her nest, they spied a swallow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, it was a swallow's nest,<br>Built of clay and hair of horses,<br>Mane, or tail, or dragoon's crest,<br>Found on hedge-rows east and west,<br>After skirmish of the forces. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then an old Hidalgo said,<br>As he twirled his gray mustachio,<br>'Sure this swallow overhead<br>Thinks the Emperor's tent a shed,<br>And the Emperor but a Macho!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hearing his imperial name<br>Coupled with those words of malice,<br>Half in anger, half in shame,<br>Forth the great campaigner came<br>Slowly from his canvas palace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Let no hand the bird molest,'<br>Said he solemnly, 'nor hurt her!'<br>Adding then, by way of jest,<br>'Golondrina is my guest,<br>'T is the wife of some deserter!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swift as bowstring speeds a shaft,<br>Through the camp was spread the rumor,<br>And the soldiers, as they quaffed<br>Flemish beer at dinner, laughed<br>At the Emperor's pleasant humor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So unharmed and unafraid<br>Sat the swallow still and brooded,<br>Till the constant cannonade<br>Through the walls a breach had made,<br>And the siege was thus concluded. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the army, elsewhere bent,<br>Struck its tents as if disbanding,<br>Only not the Emperor's tent,<br>For he ordered, ere he went,<br>Very curtly, 'Leave it standing!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So it stood there all alone,<br>Loosely flapping, torn and tattered,<br>Till the brood was fledged and flown,<br>Singing o'er those walls of stone<br>Which the cannon-shot had shattered.</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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With his swarthy, grave commanders,
I forget in what campaign,
Long besieged, in mud and rain,
Some old frontier town of Flanders. 

Up and down the dreary camp,
In great boots of Spanish leather,
Striding with a..."></div>
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