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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416801" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The King</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They rode right out of the morning sun--<br>A glimmering, glittering cavalcade<br>Of knights and ladies and every one<br>In princely sheen arrayed;<br>And the king of them all, O he rode ahead,<br>With a helmet of gold, and a plume of red<br>That spurted about in the breeze and bled<br>In the bloom of the everglade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they rode high over the dewy lawn,<br>With brave, glad banners of every hue<br>That rolled in ripples, as they rode on<br>In splendor, two and two;<br>And the tinkling links of the golden reins<br>Of the steeds they rode rang such refrains<br>As the castanets in a dream of Spain's<br>Intensest gold and blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they rode and rode; and the steeds they neighed<br>And pranced, and the sun on their glossy hides<br>Flickered and lightened and glanced and played<br>Like the moon on rippling tides;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And their manes were silken, and thick and strong,<br>And their tails were flossy, and fetlock-long,<br>And jostled in time to the teeming throng,<br>And their knightly song besides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clank of scabbard and jingle of spur,<br>And the fluttering sash of the queen went wild<br>In the wind, and the proud king glanced at her<br>As one at a wilful child--,<br>And as knight and lady away they flew,<br>And the banners flapped, and the falcon too,<br>And the lances flashed and the bugle blew,<br>He kissed his hand and smiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then, like a slanting sunlit shower,<br>The pageant glittered across the plain,<br>And the turf spun back, and the wildweed flower<br>Was only a crimson stain.<br>And a dreamer's eyes they are downward cast,<br>As he blends these words with the wailing blast:<br>'It is the King of the Year rides past!'<br>And Autumn is here again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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A glimmering, glittering cavalcade
Of knights and ladies and every one
In princely sheen arrayed;
And the king of them all, O he rode ahead,
With a helmet of gold, and a plume of red
That spurted about in t..."></div>
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