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88 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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O the gentle dames of old ! who, quite free from fear
or pain, Could gaze on joust and tournament, and see their
champion slain; They lived on good beefsteaks and ale, which made
them strong and bold,— O more like men than women were those gentle dames
of old !
O those mighty towers of old ! with their turrets, moat
and keep, Their battlements and bastions, their dungeons dark
and deep. Full many a baron held his court within the castle
hold; And many a captive languished there, in those strong
towers of old !
O the troubadours of old ! with the gentle minstrelsie
Of hope and joy, or deep despair, whiche'er their lot may be;
For years they served their lady-loves ere they their passions told,—
O wondrous patience must have had those troubadours of old !
0 those blessed times of old ! with their chivalry and
state !
1 love to read their chronicles, which such brave deeds
relate; I love to sing their ancient rhymes, to hear their
legends told,— But, Heaven be thanked ! I lived not in those blessed
times of old! |
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