The Harvard Classics, Volume 49, Epic and Saga - With Introductions And Notes by Various
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Greeting from me to my lady bear,
To my friend and peer Sir Pinabel, And to Baldwin, my son, whom ye all know well,-- Cherish him, own him your lord of right." He hath passed on his journey and left their sight. THE EMBASSY AND CRIME OF GANELON XXIX Ganelon rides under olives high, And comes the Saracen envoys nigh. Blancandrin lingers until they meet, And in cunning converse each other greet. The Saracen thus began their parle: "What a man, what a wondrous man is Karl! Apulia--Calabria--all subdued, Unto England crossed he the salt sea rude, Won for Saint Peter his tribute fee; But what in our marches maketh he?" Ganelon said, "He is great of heart, Never man shall fill so mighty a part." XXX |
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