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He perch’d beside his master's hand,— Loud shouts rose at the sight. For many there deem'd the brave bird Augur'd a glorious day; To my dark thoughts, his fond caress Seem'd a farewell to say. One moment and he spread his wings, The bird was seen no more; Like the sea waves, the armed ranks Swept onwards as before. The height whereon I lay look'd down On a thick-wooded land, And soon amid the forest shade I lost the noble band. The snow-white steed, the silver shield, Amid the foliage shone;