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XXXI.
And there, oh, sight of piteous woe!
Lay gallant sire and son below,
Who, hand and heart, for Henry's right
Did, horse by horse, that morning fight.
And there lay son (oh, thrilling view!)
And father, who each other slew.
Forced by the fate of civil strife,
They struck, unknown, each other's life;—
And, as they sunk, no more to rise,
Each turned on each his dying eyes,
Wailed the sad deed, and mixed their last drawn sighs.
| Gaston de Blondeville, or The court of Henry III | |
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