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WON AND LOST.
A GLIMPSE OF FEUDALISM.
In his bannered hall sits Sir Guy de Ford,
Bearded and grim, at the festal board,
With baron and lady gay;
And his health he gives, who with lance and sword.
The lands and the hand of Maud, his ward,
Has won in the lists to-day.
Bearded and grim, at the festal board,
With baron and lady gay;
And his health he gives, who with lance and sword.
The lands and the hand of Maud, his ward,
Has won in the lists to-day.
In his lonely tent, deep-gashed and pale,
Gory his helm and cleft his mail,
And glazing his knightly eyes,
Lies he who, couching his lance for the love
Of her who is shrieking his wounds above,
Lost life and the tourney's prize.
Gory his helm and cleft his mail,
And glazing his knightly eyes,
Lies he who, couching his lance for the love
Of her who is shrieking his wounds above,
Lost life and the tourney's prize.
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