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CHAPTER XV.
THE FIELD OF THE CLOTH OF GOLD.
“ Where are the proud and lofty dames,
Their jewell’d crowns, their gay attire,
Their odours sweet ?
Where are the love-enkindled flames,
The bursts of passionate desire
Laid at their feet ?
Where are the songs, the troubadours,
The music which delighted then ?—
It speaks no more.
Where is the dance that shook the floors,
And all the gay and laughing train,
And all they wore ?
“ The royal gifts profusely shed,
The palaces so proudly built,
W’ith riches stor’d ;
The roof with shining gold o’erspread,
The services of silver gilt,
The secret hoard,
The Arabian pards, the harness bright,
The bending plumes, the crowded mews,
The lacquey train,
Where are they ?—where I—all lost in night,
And scatter’d as the early dews
Across the plain.”
Bowring’s Anc. Span. Romances.
Romance and song have united to celebrate the
splendours of the “ Field of the Cloth of Gold.”
CHAPTER XV.
THE FIELD OF THE CLOTH OF GOLD.
“ Where are the proud and lofty dames,
Their jewell’d crowns, their gay attire,
Their odours sweet ?
Where are the love-enkindled flames,
The bursts of passionate desire
Laid at their feet ?
Where are the songs, the troubadours,
The music which delighted then ?—
It speaks no more.
Where is the dance that shook the floors,
And all the gay and laughing train,
And all they wore ?
“ The royal gifts profusely shed,
The palaces so proudly built,
W’ith riches stor’d ;
The roof with shining gold o’erspread,
The services of silver gilt,
The secret hoard,
The Arabian pards, the harness bright,
The bending plumes, the crowded mews,
The lacquey train,
Where are they ?—where I—all lost in night,
And scatter’d as the early dews
Across the plain.”
Bowring’s Anc. Span. Romances.
Romance and song have united to celebrate the
splendours of the “ Field of the Cloth of Gold.”