...golden lilies, — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind...D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with...

...golden lilies now, — upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind...D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with...

...golden lilies now, — upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind...D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with...

...golden lilies now, — upon them with the lance! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind...D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with...

...golden lilies now, — upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind...of .Navarre. Now, God be praised, the day is ours ! Mayeune hath turned his rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their...

...golden lilies now, — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind...snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blaz'd the helmet of Navarre. ' Now,...

...the golden lilies,— upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind...snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blaz'd the helmet of Navarre. Now,...

...golden lilies now, — upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind...snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre. Now,...

...golden lilies, — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind...D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with...

...deep, a thousand spcare in rest, Л thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white cresjt ¡ And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star. Amidst the thickest carnage biased the helmet of Navarre. Now, God be praised, the day is ours. Mayenne hath turned his rein. D'Aumale...