They moved : a I said Fitz-James was brave As ever knight that belted glaive ; Yet dare not say, that now his blood Kept on its wont and ... Which yet, by fearful proof, was rife With lances, that, to take his life, Waited but signal from a guide So late dishonoura#39;d and defied. ... a wide and level green, Where neither tree nor tuft was seen, Nor rush, nor bush of broom was near, To hide a bonnet or a spear. XII .
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