To hear good tidings; hear of Liberty,
Of his own liberty by his brother's arm
Atchiev'd in hard fought battle. He shall live510
Happy. The memory of his prison'd years
Shall heighten all his joys, and his grey hairs
Go to the grave in peace."
"I would fain live
To see that day," replied their aged hoft,
How would my heart leap once more to behold515
The gallant generous chieftain! I fought by him
When all the hopes of victory were lost,
And down his batter'd arms the blood stream'd fast
From many a wound. Like wolves they hemm'd us in
Fierce in unhoped for conquest: all around520
Our dead and dying countrymen lay heap'd.
Yet still he strove, I wondered at his valour!
Was not a man that on that fatal day
she had received more revelations concerning him, than any person living, except the King.
Orleans during his long captivity "had learnt to court the fair ladies of England in their native strains," among the Harleian M.S.S. is a collection of "love poems, roundels and songs," composed by the French Prince during his confinement,
