BOOK THE TENTH.
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The long procession, thro' the streets bestrewn
With flowers and laurel boughs. The Courtier throng
Were there, and they in Orleans, who endur'd
The siege right bravely: D'Orval, and La Hire,
The gallant Xaintrailles, Boussac, and Chabannes, 665
La Fayette, name that Freedom still shall love;
Alencon, and the bravest of the brave,
The Bastard Orleans, now in hope elate,
Soon to release from hard captivity
A dear-beloved brother. He was there, 670
Regnier of Sicily, the Sire of her,
That great unfortunate, whose various woes
St. Alban's knew, and Hexham's fatal field,
And the dark forest, where the Robber met
The midnight Wanderer and her child, and vow'd, 675
Aw'd by the Majesty of Fortitude,
His sword to serve them. By the Monarch's side
The Delegated Damsel pass'd along
Clad in her batter'd arms. She bore on high
Her hallowed banner to the sacred pile, 680
With flowers and laurel boughs. The Courtier throng
Were there, and they in Orleans, who endur'd
The siege right bravely: D'Orval, and La Hire,
The gallant Xaintrailles, Boussac, and Chabannes, 665
La Fayette, name that Freedom still shall love;
Alencon, and the bravest of the brave,
The Bastard Orleans, now in hope elate,
Soon to release from hard captivity
A dear-beloved brother. He was there, 670
Regnier of Sicily, the Sire of her,
That great unfortunate, whose various woes
St. Alban's knew, and Hexham's fatal field,
And the dark forest, where the Robber met
The midnight Wanderer and her child, and vow'd, 675
Aw'd by the Majesty of Fortitude,
His sword to serve them. By the Monarch's side
The Delegated Damsel pass'd along
Clad in her batter'd arms. She bore on high
Her hallowed banner to the sacred pile, 680
And
