Cambuscan; or, The Squire's Tale - Part 70
Cambuscan much the gentle steed caress'd,
Thus grown familiar to his leading hand;
The gentle steed an equal joy confess'd,
To serve the generous monarch's just command:
Much to the num'rous court, assembled round,
The king his shape and his behaviour prais'd;
The court applauding still return'd the sound,
And all the voice of admiration rais'd:
Till from his neck the reins at once he drew,
And vanish'd quick the steed from ev'ry mortal's view.
Thus grown familiar to his leading hand;
The gentle steed an equal joy confess'd,
To serve the generous monarch's just command:
Much to the num'rous court, assembled round,
The king his shape and his behaviour prais'd;
The court applauding still return'd the sound,
And all the voice of admiration rais'd:
Till from his neck the reins at once he drew,
And vanish'd quick the steed from ev'ry mortal's view.
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