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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418878" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wedding Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who had in this castle his dwelling,<br>Where now ye are feasting the new-married lord,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His grandson of whom we are telling.<br>The Count as Crusader had blazon'd his fame,<br>Through many a triumph exalted his name,<br>And when on his steed to his dwelling he came,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His castle still rear'd its proud head,<br>But servants and wealth had all fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis true that thou, Count, hast return'd to thy home,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But matters are faring there ill.<br>The winds through the chambers at liberty roam,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And blow through the windows at will<br>What's best to be done in a cold autumn night?<br>Full many I've pass'd in more piteous plight;<br>The morn ever settles the matter aright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then quick, while the moon shines so clear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To bed on the straw, without fear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whilst in a soft pleasing slumber he lay,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A motion he feels 'neath his bed.<br>The rat, an he likes it, may rattle away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, had he but crumbs there outspread!<br>But lo! there appears a diminutive wight,<br>A dwarf 'tis, yet graceful, and bearing a light,<br>With orator-gestures that notice invite,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the feet of the Count on the floor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who sleeps not, though weary full sore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;We've long been accustom'd to hold here our feast,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since thou from thy castle first went;<br>And as we believed thou wert far in the East,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To revel e'en now we were bent.<br>And if thou'lt allow it, and seek not to chide,<br>We dwarfs will all banquet with pleasure and pride,<br>To honour the wealthy, the beautiful bride</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Says the Count with a smile, half-asleep;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ye're welcome your quarters to keep!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three knights then advance, riding all in a group,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who under the bed were conceal'd;<br>And then is a singing and noise-making troop</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of strange little figures reveal'd;<br>And waggon on waggon with all kinds of things--<br>The clatter they cause through the ear loudly rings--<br>The like ne'er was seen save in castles of kings;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length, in a chariot of gold,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bride and the guests too, behold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then all at full gallop make haste to advance,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each chooses his place in the hall;<br>With whirling and waltzing, and light joyous dance,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They begin with their sweethearts the ball.<br>The fife and the fiddle all merrily sound,<br>Thy twine, and they glide, and with nimbleness bound,<br>Thy whisper, and chatter, and, chatter around;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Count on the scene casts his eye,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And seems in a fever to lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hustle, and bustle, and rattle away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On table, on bench, and on stool;<br>Then all who had joined in the festival gay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With their partners attempt to grow cool.<br>The hams and the sausages nimbly they bear,<br>And meat, fish, and poultry in plenty are there,<br>Surrounded with wine of the vintage most rare:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when they have revell'd full long,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They vanish at last with a song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>   </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if we're to sing all that further occurr'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pray cease ye to bluster and prate;<br>For what he so gladly in small saw and heard</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He enjoy'd and he practis'd in great.<br>For trumpets, and singing, and shouts without end<br>On the bridal-train, chariots and horsemen attend,<br>They come and appear, and they bow and they bend,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In merry and countless array.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus was it, thus is it to-day.</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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Who had in this castle his dwelling,
Where now ye are feasting the new-married lord,

His grandson of whom we are telling.
The Count as Crusader had blazon'd his fame,
Through many a triumph exalte..."></div>
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