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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506362" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Count Gismond--Aix in Provence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christ God who savest man, save most<br> Of men Count Gismond who saved me!<br> Count Gauthier, when he chose his post,<br> Chose time and place and company <br> To suit it; when he struck at length <br> My honour, 't was with all his strength.<br> And doubtlessly, ere he could draw<br> All points to one, he must have schemed! <br> That miserable morning saw<br> Few half so happy as I seemed,<br> While being dressed in queen's array <br> To give our tourney prize away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I thought they loved me, did me grace<br> To please themselves; 't was all their deed;<br> God makes, or fair or foul, our face;<br> If showing mine so caused to bleed <br> My cousins' hearts, they should have dropped <br> A word, and straight the play had stopped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They, too, so beauteous! Each a queen<br> By virtue of her brow and breast;<br> Not needing to be crowned, I mean,<br> As I do. E'en when I was dressed,<br> Had either of them spoke, instead<br> Of glancing sideways with still head!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But no: they let me laugh, and sing<br> My birthday song quite through, adjust<br> The last rose in my garland, fling<br> A last look on the mirror, trust<br> My arms to each an arm of theirs,<br> And so descend the castle-stairs-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And come out on the morning troop<br> Of merry friends who kissed my cheek,<br> And called me queen, and made me stoop<br> Under the canopy-(a streak<br> That pierced it, of the outside sun,<br> Powdered with gold its gloom's soft dun)-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And they could let me take my state<br> And foolish throne amid applause<br> Of all come there to celebrate<br> My queen's-day-Oh I think the cause<br> Of much was, they forgot no crowd<br> Makes up for parents in their shroud!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> However that be, all eyes were bent<br> Upon me, when my cousins cast<br> Theirs down; 't was time I should present<br> The victor's crown, but ... there, 't will last<br> No long time ... the old mist again<br> Blinds me as then it did. How vain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See! Gismond's at the gate, in talk<br> With his two boys: I can proceed.<br> Well, at that moment, who should stalk<br> Forth boldly-to my face, indeed-<br> But Gauthier? and he thundered &quot;Stay!&quot;<br> And all stayed. &quot;Bring no crowns, I say!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Bring torches! Wind the penance-sheet<br> &quot;About her! Let her shun the chaste,<br> &quot;Or lay herself before their feet!<br> &quot;Shall she, whose body I embraced<br> &quot;A night long, queen it in the day?<br> &quot;For honour's sake no crowns, I say!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I? What I answered? As I live,<br> I never fancied such a thing<br> As answer possible to give.<br> What says the body when they spring<br> Some monstrous torture-engine's whole<br> Strength on it? No more says the soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Till out strode Gismond; then I knew<br> That I was saved. I never met<br> His face before, but, at first view,<br> I felt quite sure that God had set<br> Himself to Satan; would who spend<br> A minute's mistrust on the end?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He strode to Gauthier, in his throat<br> Gave him the lie, then struck his mouth<br> With one back-handed blow that wrote<br> In blood men's verdict there. North, South,<br> East, West, I looked. The lie was dead,<br> And damned, and truth stood up instead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This glads me most, that I enjoyed<br> The heart o' the joy, with my content<br> In watching Gismond unalloyed<br> By any doubt of the event:<br> God took that on him-I was bid<br> Watch Gismond for my part: I did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Did I not watch him while he let<br> His armourer just brace his greaves,<br> Rivet his hauberk, on the fret<br> The while! His foot ... my memory leaves<br> No least stamp out nor how anon<br> He pulled his ringing gauntlets on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And e'en before the trumpet's sound<br> Was finished, prone lay the false knight,<br> Prone as his lie, upon the ground:<br> Gismond flew at him, used no sleight<br> O' the sword, but open-breasted drove,<br> Cleaving till out the truth he clove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Which done, he dragged him to my feet<br> And said, &quot;Here die, but end thy breath<br> &quot;In full confession, lest thou fleet<br> &quot;From my first, to God's second death!<br> &quot;Say, hast thou lied? &quot;And, &quot;I have lied<br> &quot;To God and her,&quot;he said, and died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Then Gismond, kneeling to me, asked<br> -What safe my heart holds, though no word<br> Could I repeat now, if I tasked<br> My powers for ever, to a third<br> Dear even as you are. Pass the rest<br> Until I sank upon his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Over my head his arm he flung<br> Against the world; and scarce I felt<br> His sword (that dripped by me and swung)<br> A little shifted in its belt:<br> For he began to say the while<br> How South our home lay many a mile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> So, 'mid the shouting multitude<br> We two walked forth to never more<br> Return. My cousins have pursued<br> Their life, untroubled as before<br> I vexed them. Gauthier's dwelling-place<br> God lighten! May his soul find grace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Our elder boy has got the clear<br> Great brow, tho' when his brother's black<br> Full eye shows scorn, it ... Gismond here?<br> And have you brought my tercel back?<br> I was just telling Adela<br> How many birds it struck since May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a><div class=q>
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 Of men Count Gismond who saved me!
 Count Gauthier, when he chose his post,
 Chose time and place and company 
 To suit it; when he struck at length 
 My honour, 't was with all his strength.
 And doubtlessly,..."></div>
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