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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529335" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Songe To Aella, Lorde Of The Castel Of Brystowe Ynne Daies Of Yore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To JOHNE LADGATE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WELL thanne, goode Johne, sythe ytt must needes be soe,<br>Thatt thou & I a bowtynge matche must have,<br>Lette ytt ne breakynge of oulde friendshyppe bee,<br>Thys ys the onelie all-a-boone I crave.<br>Rememberr Stowe, the Bryghtstowe Carmalyte,<br>Who whanne Johne Clarkynge, one of myckle lore,<br>Dydd throwe hys gauntlette-penne, wyth hym to fyghte,<br>Hee showd smalle wytte, and showd hys weaknesse more.<br>Thys ys mie formance, whyche I nowe have wrytte,<br>The best performance of mie lyttel wytte. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">SONG</div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH thou, orr what remaynes of thee,<br>Ælla, the darlynge of futurity,<br>Lett thys mie songe bolde as thie courage be,<br>As everlastynge to posteritye.<br>Whanne Dacya's sonnes, whose hayres of bloude-redde hue<br>Lyche kynge-cuppes brastynge wythe the morning due,<br>Arraung'd ynne dreare arraie,<br>Upponne the lethale daie,<br>Spredde farre and wyde onne Watchets shore;<br>Than dyddst thou furiouse stande, <br>And bie thie valyante hande<br>Beesprengedd all the mees wythe gore.<br>Drawne bie thyne anlace felle,<br>Downe to the depthe of helle<br>Thousandes of Dacyanns went;<br>Brystowannes, menne of myghte,<br>Ydar'd the bloudie fyghte,<br>And actedd deeds full quent.<br>Oh thou, whereer (thie bones att reste)<br>Thye Spryte to haunte delyghteth beste, <br>Whetherr upponne the bloude-embrewedd pleyne,<br>Orr whare thou kennst fromm farre<br>The dysmall crye of warre,<br>Orr seest somme mountayne made of corse of sleyne;<br>Orr seest the hatchedd stede,<br>Ypraunceynge o'er the mede,<br>And neighe to be amenged the poynctedd speeres;<br>Orr ynne blacke armoure staulke arounde<br>Embattel'd Brystowe, once thie ground;<br>And glowe ardurous onn the Castle steeres; <br>Orr fierye round the mynsterr glare;<br>Lette Brystowe stylle be made thie care;<br>Guarde ytt fromme foemenne & consumynge fyre;<br>Lyche Avones streme ensyrke ytte rounde,<br>Ne lette a flame enharme the grounde,<br>Yylle ynne one flame all the whole worlde expyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Chatterton">Thomas Chatterton</a><div class=q>
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WELL thanne, goode Johne, sythe ytt must needes be soe,
Thatt thou & I a bowtynge matche must have,
Lette ytt ne breakynge of oulde friendshyppe bee,
Thys ys the onelie all-a-boone I crave.
Rememberr Stowe, the Bryghtstowe Carma..."></div>
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