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The other with light arm and ready wound. At length the black knight's steed rolls on the ground; He rises like a tower. One desperate blow, And the blood wells from 's fair brow; His shield is dash'd in pieces: but just then, Ere the recover'd blow was aim'd again, He stakes his life upon a sudden thrust, And his fierce foe is levell'd in the dust. Gazed he in wonder on each giant limb, Yet scarce he deem'd victory was won by him. He went on bended knee: "Now, virgin queen, Who hast my succour in this danger been, Mother of God, these fair white deer shall be Offer'd to-morrow at thy sanctuary." He sat down by a fountain near, and tame These gentle hinds now at his beckon came;