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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418521" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Black Knight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T was 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 hofburg'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 halls glances; <br>Waves a mighty shadow in; <br>With manner bland <br>Doth ask the maiden's hand, <br>Doth with ter 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>'O, 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>Colorless grow utterly; <br>Whichever way <br>Looks the fear-struck father gray, <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=Johann+Ludwig+Uhland">Johann Ludwig Uhland</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 
Of ancient hofburg's walls, 
A luxuriant Spring shall break.' 

Drums and trumpets echo loudly, 
Wave the cri..."></div>
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