'It will not do,' said Elizabeth, 'I am no poet; besides, if I wished
to try, just consider what a name the flower has--con-vol-vu-lus, a
prosaic, dragging, botanical term, a mile long. Then bindweed only
reminds me of smothered and fettered raspberry bushes, and a great
hoe. Lily, as the country people call it, is not distinguishing
enough, besides that no one ever heard of a climbing lily. But,
Anne, do tell me whom you have in your book of knights. I know of a
good many in the real heroic age, but tell me some of the later
ones.'
'Lord Exmouth,' said Anne; 'I am sure he was a true knight.'
'And the Vendeen leaders, I suppose,' said Elizabeth.
'Yes, I have written the names of M. de Lescure and of Henri de la
Rochejaquelein; I wish I knew where to find their pictures, and I
want a Prussian patriot. I think the Baron de la Motte Fouque, who
was a Knight of St. John, and who thought so much of true chivalry,
would come in very well.'
'I do not know anything about himself,' said Elizabeth, 'though,
certainly, no one but a true knight could have written Sintram.
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