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ell was he arm'd from head to heel,In mail and plate of Milan steel;But his strong helm, of mighty cost, 80Was all with burnish'd gold emboss'd;Amid the plumage of the crest,A falcon hover'd on her nest,With wings outspread, and forward breast;E'en such a falcon, on his shield, 85Soar'd sable in an azure field:The golden legend bore aright,Who checks at me, to death is dight.Blue was the charger's broider'd rein;Blue ribbons deck'd his arching mane; 90The knightly housing's ample foldWas velvet blue, and trapp'd with gold.
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