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By glory, valour, love inflam'd,Lancastria's gallant lord exclaim'd,
“Oft has this roof with Constance rung,
“With Castile's charms by minstrels sung:
“Oft at these feasts, the stranger knight
“Dwelt on her beauty, passing bright.
“Julian,—if mortal arm can aid,
“Mine shall avenge the peerless Maid.”
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