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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538701" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fairy Days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside the old hall-fire—upon my nurse's knee,<br>Of happy fairy days—what tales were told to me!<br>I thought the world was once—all peopled with princesses,<br>And my heart would beat to hear—their loves and their distresses:<br>And many a quiet night,—in slumber sweet and deep,<br>The pretty fairy people—would visit me in sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw them in my dreams—come flying east and west,<br>With wondrous fairy gifts—the newborn babe they bless'd;<br>One has brought a jewel—and one a crown of gold,<br>And one has brought a curse—but she is wrinkled and old.<br>The gentle queen turns pale—to hear those words of sin,<br>But the king he only laughs—and bids the dance begin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The babe has grown to be—the fairest of the land,<br>And rides the forest green—a hawk upon her hand,<br>An ambling palfrey white—a golden robe and crown:<br>I've seen her in my dreams—riding up and down:<br>And heard the ogre laugh—as she fell into his snare,<br>At the little tender creature—who wept and tore her hair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ever when it seemed—her need was at the sorest,<br>A prince in shining mail—comes prancing through the forest,<br>A waving ostrich-plume—a buckler burnished bright;<br>I've seen him in my dreams—good sooth! a gallant knight.<br>His lips are coral red—beneath a dark moustache;<br>See how he waves his hand—and how his blue eyes flash!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come forth, thou Paynim knight!'—he shouts in accents clear.<br>The giant and the maid—both tremble his voice to hear.<br>Saint Mary guard him well!—he draws his falchion keen,<br>The giant and the knight—are fighting on the green.<br>I see them in my dreams—his blade gives stroke on stroke,<br>The giant pants and reels—and tumbles like an oak!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With what a blushing grace—he falls upon his knee<br>And takes the lady's hand—and whispers, 'You are free!'<br>Ah! happy childish tales—of knight and faerie!<br>I waken from my dreams—but there's ne'er a knight for me;<br>I waken from my dreams—and wish that I could be<br>A child by the old hall-fire—upon my nurse's knee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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Of happy fairy days—what tales were told to me!
I thought the world was once—all peopled with princesses,
And my heart would beat to hear—their loves and their distresses:
And many a quiet nig..."></div>
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