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Till out strode Gismond; then I knew
That I was saved. I never met His face before, but, at first view,
I felt quite sure that God had set Himself to Satan : who would spend A minute's mistrust on the end ?
He strode to Gauthier, in his throat
Gave him the lie, then struck his mouth
In blood men's verdict then. North, South,
This glads me most, that I enjoyed
The heart o' the joy, with my content
By any doubt of the event :
Did I not watch him while he let
His armourer just brace his greaves,
my memory leaves No least stamp out, nor how anon He pulled his ringing gauntlets on.
And e'en before the trumpet's sound
Was finished, prone lay the false knight,
Gismond flew at him, used no sleight
- Which done, he dragged him to my feet
And said, “Here die, but end thy breath
“From my first, to God's second death!
Then Gismond, kneeling to me, asked
-What safe my heart holds, though no word
My powers for ever, to a third
Pass the rest
Over my head his arm he flung
Against the world; and scarce I felt
A little shifted in its belt :
So 'mid the shouting multitude
We two walked forth to never more
Their life, untroubled as before
Our elder boy has got the clear
Great brow; tho' when his brother's black
And have you brought my tercel back ?
But give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow !
Will lap me round for ever, not to pass
Of one immortal look! All woe that was,
(PETER RONSARD loquitur.)
“ HEIGH0,” yawned one day King Francis, 66 Distance all value enhances ! “When a man 's busy, why, leisure “ Strikes him as wonderful pleasure :
'Faith, and at leisure once is he? “Straightway he wants to be busy. “Here we 've got peace; and aghast I 'm “ Caught thinking war the true pastime. 6 Is there a reason in metre ? “Give us your speech, master Peter !” I who, if mortal dare say so, Ne'er am at loss with my Naso, “Sire," I replied, "joys prove cloudlets : " Men are the merest Ixions". Here the King whistled aloud, “Let's “... Heigho ... go look at our lions !" Such are the sorrowful chances If you talk fine to King Francis.
And so, to the courtyard proceeding,
Francis was leading,
Lords, ladies, like clouds which bedizen