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Of the mail-cover'd Barons, who, proudly, to battle,

Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain,

The escutcheon and shield, which with ev'ry blast rattle,

Are the only sad vestiges now that remain.

3.

No more doth old Robert, with harp-stringing numbers,

Raise a flame, in the breast, for the war-laurell'd wreath;

Near Askalon's towers, John of Horistan slumbers,

Unnerv'd is the hand of his minstrel, by death.

4.

Paul and Hubert too sleep in the valley of Cressy;

For the safety of Edward and England they fell:

My Fathers! the tears of your country redress ye:

How you fought! how you died! still her annals can tell.

5.

On Marston, with Rupert, 'gainst traitors contending,

Four brothers enrich'd, with their blood, the bleak field;