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With glorious wounds the warrior's face was scarr'd,
And honour's badge was scored on his breast;
Both shield and habergeon were foully marr'd,
And well their owner's martial mind exprest:
The shining helmet and the waving crest,
By dint of ruthless sword were rudely shent;
A soaring hawk was on his shield emprest,
Which tow'rds yon azure arch her journey bent,
And clang'd her sounding wings as thro' the air she went.
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