。，Squire upon the battlefield.
Holds the Queen her streaming eyes:。，Red of heat, across my brow,
Lord Dusiote stepped from dame to dame,。，The soft night-wind went laden to death
'Count Louis, honour to your race。，I that witness Him on earth!
Robed in pearl, they make our dawn.。，
Thus is bitterness made sweet.。，
She held them to Love's theme.。，Prayed that in the orange garden
Damned for ever for the deed!。，Learning shame ere it can think.
。，Champ it like fierce teeth that eat.
Red of heat, the furnace light,。，XXIII
The princess rose, and forth she went,。，VI
。，Martyrs! hungry peaks in air,
，Save one was too cunning for me.。，