Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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Aye, since her Boy's triumphant day,When first he won his spurs of gold,
The heroine on that broidery bold
Philippa of Hainault, the glorious consort of Edward the Third, and the mother of a race of heroes—of her heroic spirit, and native tenderness, no other proofs are requisite, than the victory of Nevil's Cross, where the King of Scotland was taken prisoner, and her pathetic pleading for the condemned burghers of Calais.
Ceas'd not to trace his peerless way;
And ever as the sable mail
Arose conspicuous on her sight,
While the maternal cheek turn'd pale,
Shed tears of wonder and delight
O'er Crecy's rout, o'er Poictier's flight.
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