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 On all his countrymen chearful and mild Winning all hearts. Looking at thee Sir Knight Methinks I see him now, such was his eye So mild in peace, such was his manly brow. Beshrew me but I weep at the remembrance."

"Full was his eye," exclaim'd the Bastard Son Of Orleans, "yet it beam'd benevolence. I never yet saw love so dignified! There lived not one his vassal but adored The good the gallant Chief. Amid his halls High blazed the hospitable hearth, the pilgrim Of other countries seeing his high towers Rejoiced, for he had often heard of Orleans: He lives, my brother! bound in the hard chain He lives most wretched." The big tear roll'd down The Warriors cheeks, "but he shall live, Dunois," Exclaim'd the Mission'd Maid, "but he shall live "To