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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Burial of William - the Conqueror</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, who may this dead warrior be<br>That to his grave they bring?<br>`Tis William, Duke of Normandy,<br>The conqueror and king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the sea, with fire and sword,<br>The English crown he won;<br>The lawless Scots they owned him lord,<br>But now his rule is done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A king should die from length of years,<br>A conqueror in the field,<br>A king amid his people's tears,<br>A conqueror on his shield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he, who ruled by sword and flame,<br>Who swore to ravage France,<br>Like some poor serf without a name,<br>Has died by mere mischance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Caen now he comes to sleep,<br>The minster bells they toll,<br>A solemn sound it is and deep,<br>May God receive his soul!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With priests that chant a wailing hymn,<br>He slowly comes this way,<br>To where the painted windows dim<br>The lively light of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He enters in. The townsfolk stand<br>In reverent silence round,<br>To see the lord of all the land<br>Take house in narrow ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While, in the dwelling-place he seeks,<br>To lay him they prepare,<br>One Asselin FitzArthur speaks,<br>And bids the priests forbear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`The ground whereon this abbey stands<br>Is mine,' he cries, `by right.<br>`Twas wrested from my father's hands<br>By lawlessness and might.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Duke William took the land away,<br>To build this minster high.<br>Bury the robber where ye may,<br>But here he shall not lie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The holy brethren bid him cease;<br>But he will not be stilled,<br>And soon the house of God's own peace<br>With noise and strife is filled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some cry shame on Asselin,<br>Such tumult to excite,<br>Some say, it was Duke William's sin,<br>And Asselin does right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he round whom their quarrels keep,<br>Lies still and takes no heed.<br>No strife can mar a dead man's sleep,<br>And this is rest indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Asselin at length is won<br>The land's full price to take,<br>And let the burial rites go on,<br>And so a peace they make.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Harold, king of Englishmen,<br>Was killed in Senlac fight,<br>Duke William would not yield him then<br>A Christian grave or rite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because he fought for keeping free<br>His kingdom and his throne,<br>No Christian rite nor grave had he<br>In land that was his own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And just it is, this Duke unkind,<br>Now he has come to die,<br>In plundered land should hardly find<br>Sufficient space to lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Fuller+Murray">Robert Fuller Murray</a><div class=q>
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That to his grave they bring?
`Tis William, Duke of Normandy,
The conqueror and king.

Across the sea, with fire and sword,
The English crown he won;
The lawless Scots they owned him lord,
But now his rule is done...."></div>
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