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PROLOGUE.
That made the old warrior from his ivied nookGlow like a sunbeam: near his tomb a feastShone, silver-set; about it lay the guests,And there we join'd them: then the maiden AuntTook this fair day for text, and from it preach'dAn universal culture for the crowd,And all things great; but we, unworthier, toldOf college: he had climb'd across the spikes,And he had squeez'd himself betwixt the bars,And he had breathed the Proctor's dogs; and oneDiscuss'd his tutor, rough to common menBut honeying at the whisper of a lord;And one the Master, as a rogue in grainVeneer'd with sanctimonious theory.
 But while they talk'd, above their heads I sawThe feudal warrior lady-clad; which broughtMy book to mind: and opening this I readOf old Sir Ralph a page or two that rangWith tilt and tourney; then the tale of her
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