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<h3>The Glove and the Lions.</h3> <div class="pre_poem">"The Glove and the Lions" was one of my early reading-lessons. It is an incisive thrust at the vanity of "fair" women. A woman be a "true knight" as well as a man. Leigh Hunt (1784-1859.) </div> <table class="poem" summary="poem"><tr><td><div class="stanza"> King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court; The nobles filled the benches, with the ladies in their pride, And 'mong them sat the Count de Lorge with one for whom he sighed: And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valour, and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below. </div> <div class="stanza"> Ramp'd and roar'd the lions, with horrid laughing jaws; They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws; With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled on one another, Till all the pit with sand and mane was in a thunderous smother; The bloody foam above the bars came whisking through the air; Said Francis then, "Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there." </div> <div class="stanza"> De Lorge's love o'erheard the King,—a beauteous lively dame With smiling lips and sharp, bright eyes, which always seem'd the same: She thought, "The Count, my lover, is brave as brave can be; He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of me; King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine; I'll drop my glove, to prove his love; great glory will be mine." </div> <div class="stanza"> She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then look'd at him and smiled; He bowed, and in a moment leapt among the lions wild: His leap was quick, return was quick, he has regain'd his place, Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face. "Well done!" cried Francis, "bravely done!" and he rose from where he sat: "No love," quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that." </div> </td></tr></table> Leigh Hunt. <h3>The Well of St. Keyne.</h3> <div class="pre_poem">I found the Well of St. Keyne in Cornwall, England—not the poem, but the real well. The poem is of the great body of world-lore. Southey (1774-1843). </div> <table class="poem" summary="poem"><tr><td><div class="stanza"> A well there is in the west country, And a clearer one never was seen; There is not a wife in the west-country But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. </div> <div class="stanza"> An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind does an ash tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below. </div> <div class="stanza"> A traveller came to the Well of St. Keyne: Pleasant it was to his eye, For from cock-crow he had been travelling And there was not a cloud in the sky. </div> <div class="stanza"> He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he, And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow tree. </div> <div class="stanza"> There came a man from the neighbouring town At the well to fill his pail; On the well-side he rested it, And bade the stranger hail. </div> <div class="stanza"> "Now, art thou a bachelor, stranger?" quoth he, "For an if thou hast a wife, The happiest draught thou hast drunk this day That ever thou didst in thy life. </div> <div class="stanza"> "Or has your good woman, if one you have, In Cornwall ever been? For an if she have, I'll venture my life She has drunk of the Well of St. Keyne." </div> <div class="stanza"> "I have left a good woman who never was here," The stranger he made reply; "But that my draught should be better for that, I pray you answer me why." </div> <div class="stanza"> "St. Keyne," quoth the countryman, "many a time Drank of this crystal well, And before the angel summoned her She laid on the water a spell. </div> <div class="stanza"> "If the husband of this gifted well Shall drink before his wife, A happy man thenceforth is he, For he shall be master for life. </div> <div class="stanza"> "But if the wife should drink of it first, God help the husband then!" The stranger stoop'd to the Well of St. Keyne, And drank of the waters again. </div> <div class="stanza"> "You drank of the well, I warrant, betimes?" He to the countryman said; But the countryman smiled as the stranger spake, And sheepishly shook his head. </div> <div class="stanza"> "I hastened as soon as the wedding was done, And left my wife in the porch, But i' faith she had been wiser than me, For she took a bottle to church," </div> </td></tr></table> Robert Southey. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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