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XXIX.
They come, as brilliant and as gay a train,As in the brightest noon of chivalry
Poised the light lance, or wound the broidered rein,
To win the glance of royal beauty's eye.
And every emblem rich and lovely dye,
And blazonry of gold and costly stone,
Flashes, from knightly spur to helmet high,
Around the youthful champions of the throne,
They had their hour of woe, their triumph is well won.
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