Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529095" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pastourelle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The other day I went wandering<br>Without any companion<br>On my palfrey, thinking<br>To make a song,<br>When I heard—I don't know how—<br>Near a bush<br>The voice of the most beautiful child<br>That any man has ever seen;<br>And she was not a child,<br>For she was fifteen and a half years old.<br>I have never seen anyone<br>With such a noble face.<br>Laughing, I rode towards her<br>And made this speech:<br>'Beautiful one, tell me,<br>By God, what your name is.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she jumped up<br>With her crook:<br>'If you come any nearer,<br>You'll get a blow from this.<br>Sir, get away from here!<br>I don't care for a friend such as you,<br>And I'd rather choose<br>A more handsome one called Robin!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I saw that she was scared<br>So thoroughly<br>That she wouldn't look at me<br>Or give any other positive sign,<br>Then I began to think<br>How to make her<br>Fall in love with me<br>And change her mind.<br>I sat down on the ground beside her,<br>And the more I looked upon her bright face,<br>The more it fired my heart,<br>Which doubled my desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I took upon myself to ask her,<br>In the most beautiful terms,<br>To look at me<br>And give me a different expression.<br>She started to cry<br>And said thus:<br>'I cannot look at you;<br>I don't even know what you're after.'<br>I leant towards her, and told her:<br>'My beautiful one, by God, your mercy.'<br>She laughed and responded:<br>'You make folk scared.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I took her up before me<br>And made straightaway<br>In the direction of a small, green wood.<br>Across the fields I saw<br>And heard calling out<br>Two shepherds amongst the wheat;<br>They came shouting<br>And raising a great cry.<br>And I accomplished nothing more than I have said.<br>I let her down and fled from there;<br>I didn't care for such folk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thibaut+de+Champagne">Thibaut de Champagne</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529095" data-title="Pastourelle de Thibaut de Champagne" data-description="The other day I went wandering
Without any companion
On my palfrey, thinking
To make a song,
When I heard—I don't know how—
Near a bush
The voice of the most beautiful child
That any man has ever seen;
And she was not a child,
For she was fift..."></div>
</div>
</div>