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XIII.
And lo! each combatant before
A lady starr'd with jewels o'er,
A lady starr'd with jewels o'er,
A lady of her beauty vain,
With hooded falcon on her hand
Leads one by one the knightly band,
With hooded falcon on her hand
Leads one by one the knightly band,
Like captives, in a silver chain.
A dwarf and page at either side
Rein in her palfrey's foaming pride.
A herald, ushering in, declares
Whose blazon'd arms each warrior bears,
Pomp and pageantry attending,
Truth with sweet illusion blending,
And minstrels, whose accordant rhymes
Wing fancy back to antique times.
A dwarf and page at either side
Rein in her palfrey's foaming pride.
A herald, ushering in, declares
Whose blazon'd arms each warrior bears,
Pomp and pageantry attending,
Truth with sweet illusion blending,
And minstrels, whose accordant rhymes
Wing fancy back to antique times.
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