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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538845" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shameful Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were four of us about that bed;<br>The mass-priest knelt at the side,<br>I and his mother stood at the head,<br>Over his feet lay the bride;<br>We were quite sure that he was dead,<br>Though his eyes were open wide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He did not die in the night,<br>He did not die in the day,<br>But in the morning twilight<br>His spirit pass'd away,<br>When neither sun nor moon was bright,<br>And the trees were merely grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was not slain with the sword,<br>Knight's axe, or the knightly spear,<br>Yet spoke he never a word<br>After he came in here;<br>I cut away the cord<br>From the neck of my brother dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He did not strike one blow,<br>For the recreants came behind,<br>In a place where the hornbeams grow,<br>A path right hard to find,<br>For the hornbeam boughs swing so,<br>That the twilight makes it blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lighted a great torch then,<br>When his arms were pinion'd fast,<br>Sir John the knight of the Fen,<br>Sir Guy of the Dolorous Blast,<br>With knights threescore and ten,<br>Hung brave Lord Hugh at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am threescore and ten,<br>And my hair is all turn'd grey,<br>But I met Sir John of the Fen<br>Long ago on a summer day,<br>And am glad to think of the moment when<br>I took his life away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am threescore and ten,<br>And my strength is mostly pass'd,<br>But long ago I and my men,<br>When the sky was overcast,<br>And the smoke roll'd over the reeds of the fen,<br>Slew Guy of the Dolorous Blast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, knights all of you,<br>I pray you pray for Sir Hugh,<br>A good knight and a true,<br>And for Alice, his wife, pray too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</a><div class=q>
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The mass-priest knelt at the side,
I and his mother stood at the head,
Over his feet lay the bride;
We were quite sure that he was dead,
Though his eyes were open wide.

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