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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540190" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Second</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE Harp in lowliness obeyed;<br>And first we sang of the greenwood shade<br>And a solitary Maid;<br>Beginning, where the song must end, <br>With her, and with her sylvan Friend;<br>The Friend who stood before her sight,<br>Her only unextinguished light;<br>Her last companion in a dearth<br>Of love, upon a hopeless earth.<br>For She it was--this Maid, who wrought<br>Meekly, with foreboding thought,<br>In vermeil colours and in gold<br>An unblest work; which, standing by,<br>Her Father did with joy behold,-- <br>Exulting in its imagery;<br>A Banner, fashioned to fulfil<br>Too perfectly his headstrong will:<br>For on this Banner had her hand<br>Embroidered (such her Sire's command)<br>The sacred Cross; and figured there<br>The five dear wounds our Lord did bear;<br>Full soon to be uplifted high,<br>And float in rueful company!<br>It was the time when England's Queen <br>Twelve years had reigned, a Sovereign dread;<br>Nor yet the restless crown had been<br>Disturbed upon her virgin head;<br>But now the inly-working North<br>Was ripe to send its thousands forth,<br>A potent vassalage, to fight<br>In Percy's and in Neville's right,<br>Two Earls fast leagued in discontent,<br>Who gave their wishes open vent;<br>And boldly urged a general plea, <br>The rites of ancient piety<br>To be triumphantly restored,<br>By the stern justice of the sword!<br>And that same Banner, on whose breast<br>The blameless Lady had exprest<br>Memorials chosen to give life<br>And sunshine to a dangerous strife;<br>That Banner, waiting for the Call,<br>Stood quietly in Rylstone-hall.<br>It came; and Francis Norton said, <br>'O Father! rise not in this fray--<br>The hairs are white upon your head;<br>Dear Father, hear me when I say<br>It is for you too late a day!<br>Bethink you of your own good name:<br>A just and gracious Queen have we,<br>A pure religion, and the claim<br>Of peace on our humanity.--<br>'Tis meet that I endure your scorn;<br>I am your son, your eldest born; <br>But not for lordship or for land,<br>My Father, do I clasp your knees;<br>The Banner touch not, stay your hand,<br>This multitude of men disband,<br>And live at home in blameless ease;<br>For these my brethren's sake, for me;<br>And, most of all, for Emily!'<br>Tumultuous noises filled the hall;<br>And scarcely could the Father hear<br>That name--pronounced with a dying fall-- <br>The name of his only Daughter dear,<br>As on the banner which stood near<br>He glanced a look of holy pride,<br>And his moist eyes were glorified;<br>Then did he seize the staff, and say:<br>'Thou, Richard, bear'st thy father's name,<br>Keep thou this ensign till the day<br>When I of thee require the same:<br>Thy place be on my better hand;--<br>And seven as true as thou, I see, <br>Will cleave to this good cause and me.'<br>He spake, and eight brave sons straightway<br>All followed him, a gallant band!<br>Thus, with his sons, when forth he came<br>The sight was hailed with loud acclaim<br>And din of arms and minstrelsy,<br>From all his warlike tenantry,<br>All horsed and harnessed with him to ride,--<br>A voice to which the hills replied!<br>But Francis, in the vacant hall, <br>Stood silent under dreary weight,--<br>A phantasm, in which roof and wall<br>Shook, tottered, swam before his sight;<br>A phantasm like a dream of night!<br>Thus overwhelmed, and desolate,<br>He found his way to a postern-gate;<br>And, when he waked, his languid eye<br>Was on the calm and silent sky;<br>With air about him breathing sweet,<br>And earth's green grass beneath his feet; <br>Nor did he fail ere long to hear<br>A sound of military cheer,<br>Faint--but it reached that sheltered spot;<br>He heard, and it disturbed him not.<br>There stood he, leaning on a lance<br>Which he had grasped unknowingly,<br>Had blindly grasped in that strong trance,<br>That dimness of heart-agony;<br>There stood he, cleansed from the despair<br>And sorrow of his fruitless prayer. <br>The past he calmly hath reviewed:<br>But where will be the fortitude<br>Of this brave man, when he shall see<br>That Form beneath the spreading tree,<br>And know that it is Emily?<br>He saw her where in open view<br>She sate beneath the spreading yew--<br>Her head upon her lap, concealing<br>In solitude her bitter feeling:<br>'Might ever son 'command' a sire, <br>The act were justified to-day.'<br>This to himself--and to the Maid,<br>Whom now he had approached, he said--<br>'Gone are they,--they have their desire;<br>And I with thee one hour will stay,<br>To give thee comfort if I may.'<br>She heard, but looked not up, nor spake;<br>And sorrow moved him to partake<br>Her silence; then his thoughts turned round,<br>And fervent words a passage found. <br>'Gone are they, bravely, though misled;<br>With a dear Father at their head!<br>The Sons obey a natural lord;<br>The Father had given solemn word<br>To noble Percy; and a force<br>Still stronger, bends him to his course.<br>This said, our tears to-day may fall<br>As at an innocent funeral.<br>In deep and awful channel runs<br>This sympathy of Sire and Sons; <br>Untried our Brothers have been loved<br>With heart by simple nature moved;<br>And now their faithfulness is proved:<br>For faithful we must call them, bearing<br>That soul of conscientious daring.<br>--There were they all in circle--there<br>Stood Richard, Ambrose, Christopher,<br>John with a sword that will not fail,<br>And Marmaduke in fearless mail,<br>And those bright Twins were side by side; <br>And there, by fresh hopes beautified,<br>Stood He, whose arm yet lacks the power<br>Of man, our youngest, fairest flower!<br>I, by the right of eldest born,<br>And in a second father's place,<br>Presumed to grapple with their scorn,<br>And meet their pity face to face;<br>Yea, trusting in God's holy aid,<br>I to my Father knelt and prayed;<br>And one, the pensive Marmaduke, <br>Methought, was yielding inwardly,<br>And would have laid his purpose by,<br>But for a glance of his Father's eye,<br>Which I myself could scarcely brook.<br>Then be we, each and all, forgiven!<br>Thou, chiefly thou, my Sister dear,<br>Whose pangs are registered in heaven--<br>The stifled sigh, the hidden tear,<br>And smiles, that dared to take their place,<br>Meek filial smiles, upon thy face, <br>As that unhallowed Banner grew<br>Beneath a loving old Man's view.<br>Thy part is done--thy painful part;<br>Be thou then satisfied in heart!<br>A further, though far easier, task<br>Than thine hath been, my duties ask;<br>With theirs my efforts cannot blend,<br>I cannot for such cause contend;<br>Their aims I utterly forswear;<br>But I in body will be there. <br>Unarmed and naked will I go,<br>Be at their side, come weal or woe:<br>On kind occasions I may wait,<br>See, hear, obstruct, or mitigate.<br>Bare breast I take and an empty hand.'--<br>Therewith he threw away the lance,<br>Which he had grasped in that strong trance,<br>Spurned it, like something that would stand<br>Between him and the pure intent<br>Of love on which his soul was bent. <br>'For thee, for thee, is left the sense<br>Of trial past without offence<br>To God or man; such innocence,<br>Such consolation, and the excess<br>Of an unmerited distress;<br>In that thy very strength must lie.<br>--O Sister, I could prophesy!<br>The time is come that rings the knell<br>Of all we loved, and loved so well:<br>Hope nothing, if I thus may speak <br>To thee, a woman, and thence weak:<br>Hope nothing, I repeat; for we<br>Are doomed to perish utterly:<br>'Tis meet that thou with me divide<br>The thought while I am by thy side,<br>Acknowledging a grace in this,<br>A comfort in the dark abyss.<br>But look not for me when I am gone,<br>And be no farther wrought upon:<br>Farewell all wishes, all debate, <br>All prayers for this cause, or for that!<br>Weep, if that aid thee; but depend<br>Upon no help of outward friend;<br>Espouse thy doom at once, and cleave<br>To fortitude without reprieve.<br>For we must fall, both we and ours--<br>This Mansion and these pleasant bowers,<br>Walks, pools, and arbours, homestead, hall--<br>Our fate is theirs, will reach them all;<br>The young horse must forsake his manger, <br>And learn to glory in a Stranger;<br>The hawk forget his perch; the hound<br>Be parted from his ancient ground:<br>The blast will sweep us all away--<br>One desolation, one decay!<br>And even this Creature!' which words saying,<br>He pointed to a lovely Doe,<br>A few steps distant, feeding, straying;<br>Fair creature, and more white than snow!<br>'Even she will to her peaceful woods <br>Return, and to her murmuring floods,<br>And be in heart and soul the same<br>She was before she hither came;<br>Ere she had learned to love us all,<br>Herself beloved in Rylstone-hall.<br>--But thou, my Sister, doomed to be<br>The last leaf on a blasted tree;<br>If not in vain we breathed the breath<br>Together of a purer faith;<br>If hand in hand we have been led, <br>And thou, (O happy thought this day<br>Not seldom foremost in the way;<br>If on one thought our minds have fed,<br>And we have in one meaning read;<br>If, when at home our private weal<br>Hath suffered from the shock of zeal,<br>Together we have learned to prize<br>Forbearance and self-sacrifice;<br>If we like combatants have fared,<br>And for this issue been prepared; <br>If thou art beautiful, and youth<br>And thought endue thee with all truth--<br>Be strong;--be worthy of the grace<br>Of God, and fill thy destined place:<br>A Soul, by force of sorrows high,<br>Uplifted to the purest sky<br>Of undisturbed humanity!'<br>He ended,--or she heard no more;<br>He led her from the yew-tree shade,<br>And at the mansion's silent door, <br>He kissed the consecrated Maid;<br>And down the valley then pursued,<br>Alone, the armed Multitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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And first we sang of the greenwood shade
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The Friend who stood before her sight,
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