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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Perfect Strain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O BID the minstrel tune his harp,<br>And bid the minstrel sing;<br>And let it be a perfect strain<br>That round the hall shall ring:<br>A strain to throb in lady's heart,<br>To brim the warrior's soul,<br>As dew fills up the summer rose<br>And wine the lordly bowl!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O let the minstrel's voice ring clear,<br>His touch sweep gay and light;<br>Nor let his glittering tresses know<br>One streak of wintry white.<br>And let the light of ruddy June<br>Shine in his joyous eyes,<br>If he would wake the only strain<br>That never fully dies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O what the strain that woos the knight<br>To turn from steed and lance,<br>The page to turn from hound and hawk,<br>The maid from lute and dance;<br>The potent strain, that nigh would draw<br>The hermit from his cave,<br>The dryad from the leafy oak,<br>The mermaid from the wave;<br>That almost might still charm the hawk<br>To drop the trembling dove?<br>O ruddy minstrel, tune thy harp,<br>And sing of Youthful Love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isabella+Valancy+Crawford">Isabella Valancy Crawford</a><div class=q>
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And bid the minstrel sing;
And let it be a perfect strain
That round the hall shall ring:
A strain to throb in lady's heart,
To brim the warrior's soul,
As dew fills up the summer rose
And wine the lordly bowl!

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