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 | The Works of Thomas Love Peacock |  |
While Henry the Third,
dull, contemned, and forsaken,
Sat stupidly silent, regaling on Bacon,
The First of the Edwards charmed Arthur with tales
Of fighting in Palestine, Scotland, and Wales;
But Merlin asserted his angry regards,
Recollecting how Edward had treated the Bards.
The Second, whose days in affliction had run,
Sat pensive and sad 'twixt his father and son.
But on the Third Edward resplendently glance
The blazons of knighthood, and trophies of France;
Beside him his son in black armour appears,
That yet bears the marks of the field of Poictiers.
Sat stupidly silent, regaling on Bacon,
The First of the Edwards charmed Arthur with tales
Of fighting in Palestine, Scotland, and Wales;
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Recollecting how Edward had treated the Bards.
The Second, whose days in affliction had run,
Sat pensive and sad 'twixt his father and son.
But on the Third Edward resplendently glance
The blazons of knighthood, and trophies of France;
Beside him his son in black armour appears,
That yet bears the marks of the field of Poictiers.
| The Works of Thomas Love Peacock | |