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Praise of the knights of old	A
May sleep their tale is told	A
And no man cares	B
The praise which fires our lips is	C
A knight's whose fame eclipses	C
All of theirs	B
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The ruddiest light in heaven	D
Blazed as his birth star seven	D
Long years ago	E
All glory crown that old year	F
Which brought our stout small soldier	G
With the snow	E
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Each baby born has one	D
Star for his friends a sun	D
The first of stars	H
And we the more we scan it	I
The more grow sure your planet	J
Child was Mars	H
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For each one flower perchance	K
Blooms as his cognizance	L
The snowdrop chill	M
The violet unbeholden	D
For some for you the golden	D
Daffodil	M
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Erect a fighting flower	G
It breasts the breeziest hour	G
That ever blew	N
And bent or broke things brittle	O
Or frail unlike a little	O
Knight like you	N
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Its flower is firm and fresh	P
And stout like sturdiest flesh	P
Of children all	Q
The strenuous blast that parches	L
Spring hurts it not till March is	L
Near his fall	Q
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If winds that prate and fret	R
Remark rebuke regret	R
Lament or blame	S
The brave plant's martial passion	D
It keeps its own free fashion	D
All the same	S
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We that would fain seem wise	L
Assume grave mouths and eyes	L
Whose looks reprove	T
Too much delight in battle	O
But your great heart our prattle	O
Cannot move	T
	-
We say small children should	U
Be placid mildly good	U
And blandly meek	V
Whereat the broad smile rushes	L
Full on your lips and flushes	L
All your cheek	V
	-
If all the stars that are	W
Laughed out and every star	W
Could here be heard	X
Such peals of golden laughter	G
We should not hear as after	G
Such a word	X
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For all the storm saith still	M
Stout stands the daffodil	M
For all we say	L
Howe'er he look demurely	Y
Our martialist will surely	Y
Have his way	L
	-
We may not bind with bands	L
Those large and liberal hands	L
Nor stay from fight	Z
Nor hold them back from giving	A2
No lean mean laws of living	A2
Bind a knight	Z
	-
And always here of old	A
Such gentle hearts and bold	A
Our land has bred	B2
How durst her eye rest else on	D
The glory shed from Nelson	D
Quick and dead	B2
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Shame were it if but one	D
Such once were born her son	D
That one to have borne	D
And brought him ne'er a brother	G
His praise should bring his mother	G
Shame and scorn	D
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A child high souled as he	Y
Whose manhood shook the sea	Y
Smiles haply here	C2
His face where love lies baslcing	A2
With bright shut mouth seems asking	A2
What is fear	F
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The sunshine coloured fists	L
Beyond his dimpling wrists	L
Were never closed	D2
For saving or for sparing	A2
For only deeds of daring	A2
Predisposed	D2
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Unclenched the gracious hands	L
Let slip their gifts like sands	L
Made rich with ore	E2
That tongues of beggars ravish	P
From small stout hands so lavish	P
Of their store	E2
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Sweet hardy kindly hands	L
Like these were his that stands	L
With heel on gorge	F2
Seen trampling down the dragon	D
On sign or flask or flagon	D
Sweet Saint George	F2
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Some tournament perchance	L
Of hands that couch no lance	L
Might mark this spot	G2
Your lists if here some pleasant	H2
Small Guenevere were present	H2
Launcelot	G2
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My brave bright flower you need	I2
No foolish song nor heed	I2
It more than spring	A2
The sighs of winter stricken	D
Dead when your haunts requicken	D
Here my king	A2
	-
Yet O how hardly may	L
The wheels of singing stay	L
That whirl along	A2
Bright paths whence echo raises	L
The phantom of your praises	L
Child my song	A2
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Beyond all other things	L
That give my words fleet wings	L
Fleet wings and strong	A2
You set their jesses ringing	A2
Till hardly can I singing	A2
Stint my song	A2
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But all things better friend	J2
And worse must find an end	J2
And right or wrong	A2
'Tis time lest rhyme should baffle	O
I doubt to put a snaffle	O
On my song	A2
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And never may your ear	C2
Aught harsher hear or fear	F
Nor wolfish night	Z
Nor dog toothed winter snarling	A2
Behind your steps my darling	A2
My delight	Z
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For all the gifts you give	T
Me dear each day you live	T
Of thanks above	T
All thanks that could be spoken	D
Take not my song in token	D
Take my love	T

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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