Of maiden true betray'd for gold,

That loved, or was avenged, like me.

Marmion. Canto ii. Stanza 27.

When Prussia hurried to the field,

And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield.[489:1]

Marmion. Introduction to Canto iii.

In the lost battle,

Borne down by the flying,

Where mingles war's rattle

With groans of the dying.