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Of a rich mantle lined with miniver, His mother's once, all that he held from her, Save the bright chain, with pearl and ruby strung, Which rainbow-like outside his hauberk hung; His ashen lance lay ready in its rest; His shield was poised beside him, and its crest Was a young eaglet trying its first flight, The motto, "I must seek to win my right:" Two greyhounds ran beside; and mortal sight Had never look'd upon more gallant knight. Bareheaded so his features met the view Touch'd by the tender morning's early hue: And eyes like the wild merlin's when she springs After long prison, on her eager wings, Fierce in their beauty, with that flashing glance Which dazzles as it were a flying lance,