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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509949" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Come, Tell Me Some Olden Story</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. <br>Come tell me some olden story<br>Of Knight or Paladin,<br>Whose sword on the field of glory<br>Bright laurel wreaths did win:<br>Tell me of the heart of fire<br>His courage rare did prove;<br>Speak on—oh! I will not tire—<br>But never talk of love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II. <br>Or, if thou wilt, I shall hearken<br>Some magic legend rare—<br>How the Wizard’s power did darken<br>The sunny summer air:<br>Thou’lt tell of Banshee’s midnight wail,<br>Or corpse-light’s ghastly gleam—<br>It matters not how wild the tale<br>So love be not thy theme. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III. <br>Or, perhaps thou may’st have travelled<br>On distant, foreign strand,<br>Strange secrets have unravelled<br>In many a far-off land;<br>Describe each castle hoary,<br>Each fair or frowning shore—<br>But should love blend in thy story<br>I’ll list thy voice no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV. <br>Thou askest with emotion,<br>Why am I thus so cold,<br>Urging all thy past devotion,<br>Well known—well tried of old;<br>Hush! bend a little nearer<br>That sad, o’erclouded brow—<br>Could love vows make thee dearer<br>To me than thou art now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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Come tell me some olden story
Of Knight or Paladin,
Whose sword on the field of glory
Bright laurel wreaths did win:
Tell me of the heart of fire
His courage rare did prove;
Speak on—oh! I will not tire—
But never talk of love. 

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