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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519631" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lochinvar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,<br>Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;<br>And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,<br>He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.<br>So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,<br>There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.<br>He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,<br>He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;<br>But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,<br>The bride had consented, the gallant came late:<br>For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,<br>Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,<br>Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all: <br>Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, <br>(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) <br>&quot;O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,<br>Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; -- <br>Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide -- <br>And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,<br>To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.<br>There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,<br>That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up,<br>He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup.<br>She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,<br>With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.<br>He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, -- <br>&quot;Now tread we a measure!&quot; said young Lochinvar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So stately his form, and so lovely her face,<br>That never a hall such a gailiard did grace;<br>While her mother did fret, and her father did fume<br>And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;<br>And the bride-maidens whisper'd, &quot;'twere better by far<br>To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,<br>When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near;<br>So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,<br>So light to the saddle before her he sprung!<br>&quot;She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;<br>They'll have fleet steeds that follow,&quot; quoth young Lochinvar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;<br>Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:<br>There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,<br>But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.<br>So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,<br>Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q>
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Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
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