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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538872" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Eve of Crecy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gold on her head, and gold on her feet, <br>And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, <br>And a golden girdle round my sweet;<br>Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Margaret's maids are fair to see, <br>Freshly dress'd and pleasantly; <br>Margaret's hair falls down to her knee;<br>Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I were rich I would kiss her feet;<br>I would kiss the place where the gold hems meet,<br>And the golden kirtle round my sweet: <br>Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! I have never touch'd her hand; <br>When the arrière-ban goes through the land, <br>Six basnets under my pennon stand;<br>Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And many an one grins under his hood: <br>Sir Lambert du Bois, with all his men good, <br>Has neither food nor firewood;<br>Ah! qu'elle est belle la Marguerite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I were rich I would kiss her feet, <br>And the golden girdle of my sweet, <br>And thereabouts where the gold hems meet;<br>Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet even now it is good to think,<br>While my few poor varlets grumble and drink<br>In my desolate hall, where the fires sink,--<br>Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Margaret sitting glorious there, <br>In glory of gold and glory of hair, <br>And glory of glorious face most fair;<br>Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Likewise to-night I make good cheer, <br>Because this battle draweth near: <br>For what have I to lose or fear?<br>Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, look you, my horse is good to prance <br>A right fair measure in this war-dance, <br>Before the eyes of Philip of France;<br>Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sometime it may hap, perdie, <br>While my new towers stand up three and three, <br>And my hall gets painted fair to see--<br>Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That folks may say: Times change, by the rood, <br>For Lambert, banneret of the wood, <br>Has heaps of food and firewood;<br>Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.</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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And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, 
And a golden girdle round my sweet;
Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.

Margaret's maids are fair to see, 
Freshly dress'd and pleasantly; 
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