Gorgeous and bright was borne along
By the swift rush of the gathered throng.
A glorious sight on his haughty way,
With laurel crown, and mail-clad breast,
With waving plume and princely crest,
Was the conqueror on that day.
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An old man paced the guarded room,
With quivering lip and brow of gloom,
And his silver hair in the moonlight shone