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“The tokens on his helmet tell
And shall the audacious traitor brave
lance.” “In battle day,” the King replied, “Nice tourney & rules are set aside. Still must the rebel dare our wrath? Set on bim !-sweep him from our path!” And, at King Edward's signal, soon Dashed from the ranks Sir Henry Boune.
Of Hereford's high blood he came,
65 While on the King, like flash of flame, Spurred to full speed, the war-horse came!
The partridge may the falcon mock, If that slight palfrey stand the shock ;
But swerving from the knight's career,
High in his stirrups stood the King,
1. The Monarch, Robert Bruce, King , 5. Basinet, helmet. of Scotland.
6. Truncheon, here refers to a mar. 2. The van, the front of the army.
shal's baton. 3. The foe, the English army led by 7. Selle, saddle. King Edward.
8. Tourney rules, regulations for con4. Wight, powerful.
ducting a tournament.
THE DEATH OF KING RICHARD I.
In the tent-door Stood Isabel, and saw the dying King. He, on his couch, an arrow in his breast, Kept down his pain as though it were his foe, And gazed, unshaken, in the eyes of Death. She heard him speak. There stood an archer
At his bed-foot, defiant, in the gripe
They dragg’d him forth. Then was the place
made calm Except for grief; and the King smiled, and
waved His strong hand feebly, and, with steady voice, 15 Slow dying into silence like a horn, Said : “Farewell, England ! farewell, all my
knights! Remember me in battle, as a man Who never turn'd his back, nor broke his faith, Nor fail'd to spare the weak. I have not
A law to keep my name for after-times,
sumed More softly : “Do not weep. Oh, die with me, But do not hold me back! I cannot die
With all this weight of tears about my heart.” And low sobs answer'd through the stillness, yet You could not see who wept. Then stretch'd
the King His arms, and cried : “I see, I see a cross Beneath the palms. Oh, weary waste of sand ! 35 O Cross, my home! let me lie down and sleep At thy dear foot, and dream of deeds to come, Forgetting all the feeble, sinful past !
Father, forgive me! Is my brother there?
shook His sword, cried : “God for England !” and