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BOOK THE SEVENTH.
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Even thro' the hauberk drove. But there the war Raged fiercest where the Martial Maiden moved The minister of wrath. For thither throng'd The bravest champions of the adverse host. And on her either side two warriors stood 170Of unmatch'd prowess, still with eager eye Shielding her form, and aiming at her foes Their deadly weapons, of themselves the while Little regarding. One was that bold man Who bade defiance to the English Chiefs. 175Firmly he stood, untir'd and undismay'd, Tho' on his burgonet the frequent spear Drove fierce, and on his arm the buckler hung Heavy, thick-bristled with the hostile shafts, Even like the porcupine when in his rage 180Rous'd, he collects within him all his force, Himself a quiver. And of loftier port On the other hand towered Conrade. Firmly fenced, A jazerent of double mail he wore,

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