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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fame</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HAVE I played fellowship with night, to see<br>The allied armies break our gates at dawn<br>And let our general in ? By Bacchus, no !<br>I have not left my stall, sir, I'm too poor<br>For lazy prentices to hand my wares,–<br>Such delicate chains, like amber linked with love !<br>Such silvered pins, like hate to let love out !–<br>What know I ? But my Guidarello went<br>To the fountain of the coppersmiths, when first<br>The double cypress showed upon the east.<br>He's home, poor fool, hoarse as a moulting bird<br>From loud throat-loyalty.<br>'The banners burn <br>Still in my soul,' he cries, 'as then in air.<br>The gray air, the gray houses, and the flowers,<br>The flowers, my father! Thyme and twisted sweets<br>From the blue hills I dream of, and thin bells<br>Of faery folds; pomegranates spun in flame, <br>Flame of red rose and golden, flame of sound<br>Blown from hot-throated trumpets, and the flame<br>Of her proud eyes !–<br>She rode beside the duke<br>In velvet coloured as a pansy is<br>And threaded round with gold. Her mantle strained<br>On the warm wind behind her, golden too,<br>Gold as the spires of lilies, and her hair<br>And her dark eyes were danced across with gold.' <br>Gold, gold, poor fool, and she was bought for gold,<br>A golden grief to ride at a duke's rein.<br>Eh well ! The great grow love-in-idleness<br>About their courts. Did Guidarello see<br>Our general too ? 'A little, tired old man,<br>Clad in worn sables with a silver star,'<br>He told me, 'fain to find his house and sleep.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</a><div class=q>
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The allied armies break our gates at dawn
And let our general in ? By Bacchus, no !
I have not left my stall, sir, I'm too poor
For lazy prentices to hand my wares,–
Such delicate chains, like amber li..."></div>
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