RALPH would fight in Edith's sight, For Ralph was Edith's lover, Ralph went down like a fire to the fight, Struck to the left and struck to the right, Roll'd them over and over. 'Gallant Sir Ralph,' said the king. Casques were crack'd and hauberks hack'd, Lances snapt in sunder, Rang the stroke, and sprang the blood, Knights were thwack'd and riven, and hew'd Like broad oaks with thunder. 'O what an arm,' said the king. Edith bow'd her stately head, Saw them lie confounded, Edith Montfort bow'd her head, Crown'd her knight's, and flush'd as red As poppies when she crown'd it. 'Take her Sir Ralph,' said the king. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A GRAMMARIAN'S FUNERAL by ROBERT BROWNING UPON JULIA'S BREASTS by ROBERT HERRICK TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PRELUDE. THE WAYSIDE INN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S WOOING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |