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I think these limbs are strong again,
These scanty locks are newly brown;
In thought I mount my steed amain
And ride afar for her renown.
These scanty locks are newly brown;
In thought I mount my steed amain
And ride afar for her renown.
In dusty lists, where trumpets blare,
I quell the dourest knights that live,
And crown her queen of beauty there,
And kiss the glove she bends to give.
I quell the dourest knights that live,
And crown her queen of beauty there,
And kiss the glove she bends to give.
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I sail afar 'neath orient stars,
Climb terraced slopes of Palestine,
Shout Agnes through the helmet bars,
And break the Paynim's turbaned line.
Climb terraced slopes of Palestine,
Shout Agnes through the helmet bars,
And break the Paynim's turbaned line.
I carry slaughter through the tents,
I stain with blood the Kedron's tide;
I mount the holy battlements,
And aye for her I strike and ride.
I stain with blood the Kedron's tide;
I mount the holy battlements,
And aye for her I strike and ride.
Thou fair and noble Damozel,
Thy name shall be my battle-cry
In joust and storm and charging mell,
Wherever knight may do or die.
Thy name shall be my battle-cry
In joust and storm and charging mell,
Wherever knight may do or die.
| Poems : medley and Palestina | |