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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballad Of The Banished And Returning Count</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH, enter old minstrel, thou time-honour'd one!<br>We children are here in the hall all alone,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The portals we straightway will bar.<br>Our mother is praying, our father is gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the forest, on wolves to make war.<br>Oh sing us a ballad, the tale then repeat,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Till brother and I learn it right;<br>We long have been hoping a minstrel to meet,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For children hear tales with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;At midnight, when darkness its fearful veil weaves,<br>His lofty and stately old castle he leaves,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But first he has buried his wealth.<br>What figure is that in his arms one perceives,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the Count quits the gateway by stealth?<br>O'er what is his mantle so hastily thrown?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What bears he along in his flight?<br>A daughter it is, and she gently sleeps on&quot;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children they hear with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The morning soon glimmers. the world is so wide,<br>In valleys and forests a home is supplied,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bard in each village is cheer'd.<br>Thus lives he and wanders, while years onward glide,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And longer still waxes his beard;<br>But the maiden so fair in his arms grows amain,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Neath her star all-protecting and bright,<br>Secured in the mantle from wind and from rain--&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children they hear with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And year upon year with swift footstep now steals,<br>The mantle it fades, many rents it reveals,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The maiden no more it can hold.<br>The father he sees her, what rapture he feels!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His joy cannot now be controll'd.<br>How worthy she seems of the race whence she springs,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How noble and fair to the sight!<br>What wealth to her dearly-loved father she brings!&quot;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children they hear with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Then comes there a princely knight galloping by,<br>She stretches her hand out, as soon as he's nigh,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But alms he refuses to give.<br>He seizes her hand, with a smile in his eye:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou art mine!' he exclaims, 'while I live!'<br>'When thou know'st,' cries the old man, 'the treasure that's<br>there,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A princess thou'lt make her of right;<br>Betroth'd be she now, on this spot green and fair--'&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children they hear with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;So she's bless'd by the priest on the hallowed place,<br>And she goes with a smiling but sorrowful face,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From her father she fain would not part.<br>The old man still wanders with ne'er-changing pace,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He covers with joy his sad heart.<br>So I think of my daughter, as years pass away,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And my grandchildren far from my sight;<br>I bless them by night, and I bless them by day&quot;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children they hear with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He blesses the children: a knocking they hear,<br>The father it is! They spring forward in fear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old man they cannot conceal--<br>&quot;Thou beggar, wouldst lure, then, my children so dear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Straight seize him, ye vassals of steel!<br>To the dungeon most deep, with the fool-hardy knave!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mother from far hears the fight;<br>She hastens with flatt'ring entreaty to crave--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children they hear with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vassals they suffer the Bard to stand there,<br>And mother and children implore him to spare,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The proud prince would stifle his ire,<br>'Till driven to fury at hearing their prayer,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His smouldering anger takes fire:<br>&quot;Thou pitiful race! Oh, thou beggarly crew!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eclipsing my star, once so bright!<br>Ye'll bring me destruction, ye sorely shall rue!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children they hear with affright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old man still stands there with dignified mien,<br>The vassals of steel quake before him, I ween,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Count's fury increases in power;<br>&quot;My wedded existence a curse long has been,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And these are the fruits from that flower!<br>'Tis ever denied, and the saying is true,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That to wed with the base-born is right;<br>The beggar has borne me a beggarly crew,--&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children they hear with affright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;If the husband, the father, thus treats you with scorn,<br>If the holiest bonds by him rashly are torn,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then come to your father--to me!<br>The beggar may gladden life's pathway forlorn,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though aged and weak he may be.<br>This castle is mine! thou hast made it thy prey,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy people 'twas put me to flight;<br>The tokens I bear will confirm what I say&quot;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children they hear with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The king who erst govern'd returneth again,<br>And restores to the Faithful the goods that were ta'en,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll unseal all my treasures the while;<br>The laws shall be gentle, and peaceful the reign&quot;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old man thus cries with a smile--<br>&quot;Take courage, my son! all hath turned out for good,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And each hath a star that is bright,<br>Those the princess hath borne thee are princely in blood,&quot;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children thy hear with delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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We children are here in the hall all alone,

The portals we straightway will bar.
Our mother is praying, our father is gone

To the forest, on wolves to make war.
Oh sing us a ballad, the tale then r..."></div>
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