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Title: Ballads of bravery
Year: 1877 (1870s)
Authors: Baker, George Melville, 1832-1890
Subjects: English poetry
Publisher: Boston : Lee and Shepard
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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(SI M^ 112 BALLADS O F B R A VE R Y. The Days of Chivalry. 3;=-2KL LAS ! the days of chivalry are fled,^ v; c%i The brilliant tournament exists no more ;^^^^ih. Our loves are cold, and dull as ice or lead,And courting is a most enormous bore. In those good olden times, a ladye brightMight sit within her turret or her bower, While lovers sang and played without all night,And deemed themselves rewarded by a flower. Yet if one favored swain would persevere.In despite of her haughty scorn and laugh, Perchance she threw him, with the closing year,An old odd glove, or else a worn-out scarf. ^^- Off then, away he d ride oer sea and land,And dragons fell and mighty giants smite With the tough spear he carried in his hand;And all to prove himself her own true knight.
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BALLADS OF BRAVERY. IT5 Meanwhile a thousand more, as wild as he,Were all employed upon the self-same thing ; And when each had rode hard for his ladye,They all come back and met within a ring. Where all the men who were entitled syrAppeared with martial air and haughty frown, Bearing long poles, each other up to stir,And, in the stir-up, thrust each other down. And then they galloped round with dire intent.Each knight resolved anothers pride to humble ; And laughter rang around the tournamentAs oft as any of them had a tumble. And when, perchance, some ill-starred wight might die, The victim of a stout, unlucky poke.Mayhap some fair one wiped one beauteous eye, The rest smiled calmly on the deadly joke. Soon, then, the lady, whose grim, stalwart swainHad got the strongest horse and toughest pole, Bedecked him, kneeling, with a golden chain.And jDlighted troth before the motley whole. Alas ! the days of chivalry are fled, The brilliant tournament exists no more.Men now are cold and du

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