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 Tho' weak their spears, tho' dwarfish be their height, Compact they move, the bulwark of the fight.


 * To right and left the martial wings display

Their shining arms, and stand in close array. Behold, four archers, eager to advance, Send the light reed, and rush with sidelong glance; Through angles ever they assault the foes, True to the colour, which at first they chose. Then four bold knights for courage-fam'd and speed, Each knight exalted on a prancing steed: Their arching course no vulgar limit knows, Tranverse they leap, and aim insidious blows: