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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grand Seigneur</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the hut of the peasant, or lordly hall,<br>To the heart of the king, or humblest thrall,<br>Sooner or late, love comes to all,<br>And it came to the Grand Seigneur, my dear,<br>It came to the Grand Seigneur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The robins were singing a roundelay,<br>And the air was sweet with the breath of May,<br>As a horseman rode thro' the forest way,<br>And he was a Grand Seigneur, my dear,<br>He was a grand Seigneur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord of the Manor, Count Bellefontaine,<br>Had spurr'd over many a stormy plain<br>With gallants of France at his bridle rein,<br>For he was a brave Cavalier, my dear--<br>He was a brave Cavalier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the huntsman's daughter, La Belle Marie,<br>Held the Knight's proud heart in captivity,<br>And oh! she was fair as the fleur de lys,<br>Tho' only a peasant maid, my dear,<br>Only a peasant maid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thro' the woodland depths on his charger grey<br>To the huntsman's cottage he rides away,<br>And the maiden lists to a tale to-day<br>That haughtiest dame might hear, my dear,<br>That haughtiest dame might hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she cried 'Alas! it may never be,<br>For my heart is pledged to the young Louis,<br>And I love him, O Sire, so tenderly,<br>Tho' he's only a poor Chasseur, my Lord,<br>Only a poor Chasseur.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Enough,' spake the Knight with a courtly bow,<br>'Be true to thy lover and maiden vow,<br>For virtue like thine is but rare, I trow,<br>And farewell to my dream of love, and thee,<br>Farewell to my dream of thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they say the gallant Count Bellefontaine<br>Bestowed on the couple a rich domain,<br>But you never may hear such tale again,<br>For he was a Grand Seigneur, my dear,<br>He was a Grand Seigneur!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Drummond">William Henry Drummond</a><div class=q>
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To the heart of the king, or humblest thrall,
Sooner or late, love comes to all,
And it came to the Grand Seigneur, my dear,
It came to the Grand Seigneur.

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