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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508096" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Battle of Blenheim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a summer evening;<br>Old Kaspar’s work was done,<br>And he before his cottage door<br>Was sitting in the sun;<br>And by him sported on the green<br>His little grandchild Wilhelmine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She saw her brother Peterkin<br>Roll something large and round,<br>Which he beside the rivulet<br>In playing there had found.<br>He came to ask what he had found,<br>That was so large, and smooth, and round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Kaspar took it from the boy,<br>Who stood expectant by;<br>And then the old man shook his head,<br>And with a natural sigh,<br>“‘Tis some poor fellow’s skull,” said he,<br>“Who fell in the great victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I find them in the garden,<br>For there’s many here about;<br>And often, when I go to plow,<br>The plowshare turns them out;<br>For many thousand men,” said he,<br>“Were slain in that great victory.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Now tell us what ‘twas all about,”<br>Young Peterkin, he cries;<br>And little Wilhelmine looks up<br>With wonder-waiting eyes;<br>“Now tell us all about the war,<br>And what they fought each other for.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“It was the English,” Kaspar cried,<br>“Who put the French to rout;<br>But what they fought each other for,<br>I could not well make out;<br>But everybody said,” quoth he,<br>“That ‘twas a famous victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“My father lived at Blenheim then,<br>Yon little stream hard by;<br>They burnt his dwelling to the ground,<br>And he was forced to fly;<br>So with his wife and child he fled,<br>Nor had he where to rest his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“With fire and sword the country round<br>Was wasted far and wide,<br>And many a childing mother then,<br>And new-born baby, died;<br>But things like that, you know, must be<br>At every famous victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“They say it was a shocking sight<br>After the field was won;<br>For many thousand bodies here<br>Lay rotting in the sun;<br>But things like that, you know, must be<br>After a famous victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Great praise the Duke of Marlboro’ won,<br>And our good Prince Eugene.”<br>“Why, ‘twas a very wicked thing!”<br>Said little Wilhelmine.<br>“Nay, nay, my little girl,” quoth he;<br>“It was a famous victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And everybody praised the Duke<br>Who this great fight did win.”<br>“But what good came of it at last?”<br>Quoth little Peterkin.<br>“Why, that I cannot tell,” said he;<br>“But ‘twas a famous victory.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</a><div class=q>
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Old Kaspar’s work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun;
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His little grandchild Wilhelmine.

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