... forth glide. A duke of Persia soon he met, And with his lance he him grett. He pierceth his breny, cleaveth his shielde, The hearte tokeneth the yrne; The duke fell downe to the ground, And starf[3] quickly in that stound: Alisander aloud then said, Other toll never I ne paid, Yet ye shallen of mine pay, Ere I go more assay. Another lance in hand he hent, Against the prince of Tyre he went He ... him thorough the breast and thare And out of saddle and crouthe him bare, And ... — Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Complete • George Gilfillan
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