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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Knightly Guerdon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Untrue to my Ulric I never could be,<br>I vow by the saints and the blessed Marie,<br>Since the desolate hour when we stood by the shore,<br>And your dark galley waited to carry you o'er:<br>My faith then I plighted, my love I confess'd,<br>As I gave you the BATTLE-AXE marked with your crest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the bold barons met in my father's old hall,<br>Was not Edith the flower of the banquet and ball?<br>In the festival hour, on the lips of your bride,<br>Was there ever a smile save with THEE at my side?<br>Alone in my turret I loved to sit best,<br>To blazon your BANNER and broider your crest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The knights were assembled, the tourney was gay!<br>Sir Ulric rode first in the warrior-melee.<br>In the dire battle-hour, when the tourney was done,<br>And you gave to another the wreath you had won!<br>Though I never reproached thee, cold, cold was my breast,<br>As I thought of that BATTLE-AXE, ah! and that crest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But away with remembrance, no more will I pine<br>That others usurped for a time what was mine!<br>There's a FESTIVAL HOUR for my Ulric and me:<br>Once more, as of old, shall he bend at my knee;<br>Once more by the side of the knight I love best<br>Shall I blazon his BANNER and broider his crest.</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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I vow by the saints and the blessed Marie,
Since the desolate hour when we stood by the shore,
And your dark galley waited to carry you o'er:
My faith then I plighted, my love I confess'd,
As I gave you the BAT..."></div>
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