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He knew not; but his knee he bent
Before her in most knightly fashion, And grew superbly eloquent
About her beauty, and his passion. He said that she was very fair,
And that she warbled like a linnet; And that he loved her, though he ne'er
Had looked upon her till that minute. He grieved to mention that a Jew
Had seized for debt his grand pavilion ;
To offer, but a heart and pillion :
. Though he, who shouldn't say it, said it He still had borne him like a knight,
And had his share of blows and credit; And if she would but condescend
To meet him at the Priest’s to-morrow,
In every toil, in every sorrow,
His hands just now were quite at leisure ; And, if she fancied foreign crowns,
He'd win them with the greatest pleasure.
“A year is gone”—the damsel sighed,
But blushed not, as she so replied-
But his wail or wo is still the theme
Away from his arms the damsel bounded,
“He is welcome,”—o'er his bed,
Thus the beauteous Fairy said : “ He has conned the lesson now,
He has read the book of pain :
I must make it smooth again.
“ Lo, I knock the spurs away;
Lo, I loosen belt and brand ; Hark! I hear the courser neigh
For his stall in Fairy-land.
“ Bring the cap, and bring the vest,
Buckle on his sandal shoon;
In the treasury of the Moon.
"I have taught him to be wise,
For a little maiden's sake;Look, he opens his bright eyes,
Softly, slowly :-minstrel, wake!”
The sun has risen, and Wilfrid is come
In sooth it was a glorious day
For vassal and for lord,
In battle and at board.
A Prince of Paladins; Hero of triumph and of tun, Of noisy fray and noisy fun,
Broad shoulders and broad grins. You might have looked from east to west,
And then from north to south, And never found an ampler breast,
Never an ampler mouth,
A daintier lip for syrup,
Or a firmer foot in stirrup.
A ponderous thing was Richard's can,
And so was Richard's boot,
Where'er he set his foot.
And murdering time and tune,
Half monarch, half buffoon,
From quarreling to quaffing,
And burst his sides for laughing! .
When Richard ruled the roast, Cracking of craniums was the rage,
And beauty was the toast. · Ay! all was laugh, and life, and love;
And lips and shrines were kiss'd; And vows were ventured in the grove,
And lances in the list;