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And the endless descriptions of death

He would brave when my lip formed a


I must reckon as braved, or, of course,
Doubt his word,— and moreover, perforce,
For such gifts as no lady could spurn,
Must offer my love in return.

When I looked on your lion, it brought
All the dangers at once to my thought,
Encountered by all sorts of men,
Before he was lodged in his den, —
From the poor
slave whose club or bare hands
Dug the trap, set the snare on the sands,
With no King and no Court to applaud,
By no shame, should he shrink, overawed,
Yet to capture the creature made shift,
That his rude boys might laugh at the gift,
To the page who last leaped o'er the fence
Of the pit, on no greater pretence
Than to get back the bonnet he dropped,
Lest his pay for a week should be stopped, -

So, wiser I judged it to make

One trial what 'death for my sake'

Really meant, while the power was yet mine,
Than to wait until time should define

Such a phrase not so simply as I,
Who took it to mean just 'to die.'

The blow a glove gives is but weak, -
Does the mark yet discolor my

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But when the heart suffers a blow,

Will the pain pass so soon, do you know?"

I looked, as away she was sweeping,
And saw a youth eagerly keeping

As close as he dared to the doorway:

No doubt that a noble should more weigh

His life than befits a plebeian;

And yet, had our brute been Nemean, (I judge by a certain calm fervor

The youth stepped with, forward to serve her) -He'd have scarce thought you did him the worst turn

If you whispered "Friend, what you'd get, first earn!"

And when, shortly after, she carried

Her shame from the Court, and they married, To that marriage some happiness, maugre The voice of the Court, I dared augur.

For De Lorge, he made women with men vie, Those in wonder and praise, these in envy; And in short stood so plain a head taller That he wooed and won ... How do you call her?

The beauty, that rose in the sequel

To the King's love, who loved her a week


And 't was noticed he never would honor
De Lorge (who looked daggers upon her)
With the easy commission of stretching
His legs in the service, and fetching
His wife, from her chamber, those straying
Sad gloves she was always mislaying,

While the King took the closet to chat in, -
But of course this adventure came pat in ;
And never the King told the story,
How bringing a glove brought such glory,
But the wife smiled,
"His nerves are

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Mine he brings now and utters no murmur!"


SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris,

and he;

I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ;

"Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ;

"Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through;

Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to


And into the midnight we galloped abreast.

Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace

Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place;

I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Rebuckled the check-strap, chained slacker the bit,

Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right,

Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.

'T was moonset at starting; but while we drew near

Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned


At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see ; At Düffeld, 't was morning as plain as could


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