Narrative poems on the Female Character in the various relations of life. By Mary Russell Mitford ... Vol. I |
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XXXIII.
No knight appear'd: The third blast blew;Then o'er the bounds a champion flew!
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With plumes white as the wild swan's breast;
His martial mien, his youthful grace,
His very courser's mettled pace,
The courtly circle knew!
The conqueror in the tourney game,
He shall protect thee, gentlest dame!
His shield still bore the milk-white rose,
But it was snapp'd from the bright stem;
And radiant with its dewy gem,
Low on the ground its lustre shows.
Yet still his motto own'd its power,
“I worship the departed flower!”
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