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“Brave youth!”—Lancastria's chieftain cried,—
“My fleetest, favourite roan bestride.
“My pow'r shall Castile's page defend,
“My herald on thy course attend.
“My fleetest, favourite roan bestride.
“My pow'r shall Castile's page defend,
“My herald on thy course attend.
“Ho! Harcourt! to Corunna speed,
“To Julian give my fleetest steed.
“Castillia's heiress lowly greet,
“And lay my portrait at her feet.
“Say,—in the solemn tourney fight,
“When, arm'd like Paladins of old
“England and France high contest hold,
“Lancastria's Lord, her honour'd Knight,
“Champion of fair Castillia's charms
“For Constance dares the world in arms.”
He spake, and from his breast unwound
The chain that on his mantle hung;
The wreath of gold o'er Julian flung,
And clasp'd the links his neck around.
“To Julian give my fleetest steed.
“Castillia's heiress lowly greet,
“And lay my portrait at her feet.
“Say,—in the solemn tourney fight,
“When, arm'd like Paladins of old
“England and France high contest hold,
“Lancastria's Lord, her honour'd Knight,
“Champion of fair Castillia's charms
“For Constance dares the world in arms.”
He spake, and from his breast unwound
The chain that on his mantle hung;
The wreath of gold o'er Julian flung,
And clasp'd the links his neck around.
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