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Yet his eye shines bright, as if not yet its last of fame were won; Six sons stand ready in their arms to do as he has done.

"Now take your way, ye s bold, and to the battle ride; For loud upon the Christian air are vaunts of Moorish pride: Your six white steeds stand at the gate; go forth, and let me see Who will return the first and bring a Moslem head to me."

Forth they went, six gallant knights, all mail'd from head to heel; Is it not death to him who first their fiery strength shall feel?