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He rush'd to the crowded hall, and there He heard the herald's words declare The inroad on her lands, the wrong The lonely Countess suffer'd long, And now arm'd array Before her very castle lay; But surely there was many a knight Whose sword would strike for lady's right; And surely many a lover's hand In such a cause would draw the brand.

And rush'd the blood, and flash'd the light To cheek, from  eye, When he stood forth and claim'd the fight, And spoke of death and victory,