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Rh And he hurled the useless, bloody hilt against the nearest foe; Then furled the colors round the pole, and, like a levelled lance, He charged with that red standard through the bravest troops of France! His horse, as lion-hearted, scarcely needed to be urged, And steed and rider bit the dust before him as he charged. Straight on he rode, and down they went, till he had cleared the ranks, Then once again he loosed the rein and struck his horse's flanks. A cheer broke from the French dragoons,—a loud, admiring shout!— As off he rode, and o'er him shook the tattered colors out. Still might they ride him down: they scorned to fire or to pursue,— Brave hearts! they cheered him to our lines,—their army cheering, too!