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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418523" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Luck Of Edenhall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Edenhall, the youthful Lord <br>Bids sound the festal trumpet's call; <br>He rises at the banquet board, <br>And cries, 'mid the drunken revellers all, <br>'Now bring me the Luck of Edenhall!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The butler hears the words with pain, <br>The house's oldest seneschal, <br>Takes slow from its silken cloth again <br>The drinking-glass of crystal tall; <br>They call it The Luck of Edenhall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then said the Lord: 'This glass to praise, <br>Fill with red wine from Portugal!' <br>The graybeard with trembling hand obeys; <br>A purple light shines over all, <br>It beams from the Luck of Edenhall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then speaks the Lord, and waves it light: <br>'This glass of flashing crystal tall <br>Gave to my sires the Fountain-Sprite; <br>She wrote in it, If this glass doth fall, <br>Farewell then, O Luck of Edenhall! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">''T was right a goblet the Fate should be <br>Of the joyous race of Edenhall! <br>Deep draughts drink we right willingly: <br>And willingly ring, with merry call, <br>Kling! klang! to the Luck of Edenhall!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">First rings it deep, and full, and mild, <br>Like to the song of a nightingale <br>Then like the roar of a torrent wild; <br>Then mutters at last like the thunder's fall, <br>The glorious Luck of Edenhall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For its keeper takes a race of might, <br>The fragile goblet of crystal tall; <br>It has lasted longer than is right; <br>King! klang!-with a harder blow than all <br>Will I try the Luck of Edenhall!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the goblet ringing flies apart, <br>Suddenly cracks the vaulted hall; <br>And through the rift, the wild flames start; <br>The guests in dust are scattered all, <br>With the breaking Luck of Edenhall! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In storms the foe, with fire and sword; <br>He in the night had scaled the wall, <br>Slain by the sword lies the youthful Lord, <br>But holds in his hand the crystal tall, <br>The shattered Luck of Edenhall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the morrow the butler gropes alone, <br>The graybeard in the desert hall, <br>He seeks his Lord's burnt skeleton, <br>He seeks in the dismal ruin's fall <br>The shards of the Luck of Edenhall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The stone wall,' saith he, 'doth fall aside, <br>Down must the stately columns fall; <br>Glass is this earth's Luck and Pride; <br>In atoms shall fall this earthly ball <br>One day like the Luck of Edenhall!'</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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Bids sound the festal trumpet's call; 
He rises at the banquet board, 
And cries, 'mid the drunken revellers all, 
'Now bring me the Luck of Edenhall!' 

The butler hears the words with pain, 
The house's oldest sen..."></div>
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