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Gay-balancing with flexile graceThe cadence of his courser's pace,
On his barb'd roan in martial pride
Castillia's champion woos the bride,
And wins her with heroic tale
Of wars where youthful knights prevail,
Deeds of renown for beauty done,
And realms, for love of ladies, won.
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That o'er his belt its broidery spread;
'Twas her fair hand its fancies wove,
Emblem of bliss and nuptial love.
Where the bright texture richly glow'd,
In silver wave the ocean flow'd.
There floating in a pearly shell
Whence light as from a rain-bow fell,
Went Hymen veil'd, and gaily wreath'd
A garland where fresh roses breath'd.
Cupid here play'd the pilot's part,
His rudder was a diamond dart:
Wide wav'd his plumes, each wing a sail,
Fluttering its feathers in the gale.
An emerald its centre shone,
And changeful opals clasp'd the zone.
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