CAHTO I.

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LXXII.

The lists avc op’d, the spacious area clear’d,

Thousands on thousands pil’d are seated round;

Long ere the first loud trumpet’s noleis heard,

Ne vacant space for lated wight is found:

Here dons, grandees, but chietly damesabound,

Skill’d in the ogle of a roguish eye,

Yet ever well inclined to heal the wound;

None through their cold disdain are doom’dto die.

As moon - struck bards complain, by Love’ssad archery.

LXXIII.

Hush’tJ is the din of tongues — on gallantsteeds,

With milk • white crest, gold spur, and light-poised lance,

Four cavaliers prepare for venturous deeds,

And lowly bending to the lists advance;

Ri ch arc their scarfs, their chargers featlyprance:

Tf in the dougerous game they shine to-day,' The crowds loud shout and ladies lovelyglance.

Best prize of better acts, they hear away.And all that kings or chiefs e’er gain their toilsrepay.