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kings thy far forerunners; he that came

And smote us into greatness; he whose fame,

In dark armipotence and ivied pride,

Towers above Conway's tide,

And where Carnarvon ponders on the sea;

He, that adventurous name,

Who left at Agincourt the knightly head

Of France and all its charging plumes overthrown,