Good King Wenceslas

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  "summary": "This narrative poem tells the story of a compassionate king, Good King Wenceslas, who notices a poor man gathering firewood in the snow on the Feast of Stephen, a day celebrated after Christmas. Inspired by the man's plight, the king decides to personally bring food, wine, and logs to him, despite the harsh, cold weather. Accompanied by his loyal page, the king encourages the young servant to follow in his footsteps through the snow, promising that doing so will lessen the impact of the cold. The tale concludes with a moral lesson, highlighting the value of generosity and kindness, suggesting that those who help the less fortunate will in return be blessed.",
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    "“Hither page and stand by me, If thou know’st it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?” “Sire, he lives a good league hence. Underneath the mountain; Right against the forest fence, By Saint Agnes’ fountain.”",
    "“Bring me flesh,and bring me wine, Bring me pine-logs hither: Thouand I will see him dine, When we bear them thither.” Page and monarch forth they went, Forth they went together; Through the rudewind’s wild lament, And the bitter weather.",
    "“Sire, the night is darker now, And the wind blows stronger; Fails my heart, I know now how, I can go no longer.” “Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly; Thou shalt find the winter’s rage Freeze thy blood less coldly.”",
    "In his master’s steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, Wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing."
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    "\"Sire, the night is darker now, And the wind blows stronger; Fails my heart, I know now how, I can go no longer.\" \"Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly; Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly.\"",
    "In his master's steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, Wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing."
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