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“With sidelong glance he sights them, but his spleen ferine forbids the King of Beasts to show a craven back; nay, rather on the screen of plumping lances leaps he as they grow.
So stands our Knight, who stains and soils the green with alien gore-streams:
- On that field lie low some of his own; howe’er with valour dowerèd hearts lose their virtue by such odds o’erpowerèd.