The Knight in the triumph of his heart made several 6 reflections on thegreatness of the British Nation; as, that one Englishman could beat three Frenchmen; that we could never be in danger of Popery so long as we took care of our fleet; that theThames was thenoblest river in Europe; that London Bridge was a greater piece of work than any of the Seven Wonders of the World; with many other honest prejudices which naturally cleave to the heart of a true Englishman.
Few thought he was even a starter There were many who thought themselves smarter But he ended PM CH and OM An earl and a knight of the garter.
There was twa sisters in a bower, Binnorie, O Binnorie; There came a knight to be their wooer, By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the tother say, 'Where sall we gang and dine to-day?' 'In behint yon auld fail dye, I wot there lies a new-slain knight; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair. 'His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet.'
'It's long,'said the Knight,'but it's very, very beautiful. Everybody that hears me sing iteither it brings the tears into their eyes, or else' 'Or else what?'said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause. 'Or else it doesn't, you know.'
He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.
This knight was indeed a valiant Gent: but not a little given to romance, when he spake of himself.
Oh what can ail thee, knight at arms, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge has wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
'What tydynges at Camelot?'seyde that on knyght.'By my hede, there have I been and aspied the courte of kynge Arthure, and there ys such a felyshyp that they may never be brokyn, and well-nyghe all the world holdith with Arthure, for there ys the floure of chevalry.'
And so at that tyme sir Launcelot had the grettyste name ofony knyght oftheworlde, and mostehewashonoured of hyghe and lowe.
Poor Knight! he really had two periods, the firsta dull man writing broken English, the seconda broken man writing dull English.
Mother always told me my day was coming, but I never realized I'd end up being the shortest knight of the year.
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
A gentle knight was pricking on the plain.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling through the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight forever kneeled To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.
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