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 BERNARDINE DU BORN.

��KING HENRY sat upon his throne,

And full of wrath and scorn, His eye a recreant knight survey 'd

Sir Bernardine du Born. And he that haughty glance returned,

Like lion in his lair, While loftily his unchang'd brow

Gleamed through his crisped hair.

" Thou art a traitor to the realm,

Lord of a lawless band ; The bold in speech, the fierce in broil,

The troubler of our land. Thy castles and thy rebel-towers

Are forfeit to the crown, And thou beneath the Norman axe

Shalt end thy base renown.

" Deignest thou no word to bar thy doom, Thou with strange madness fired ?

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