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But, e'en as quickly as they come,
We'll chase those fierce invaders:

Without a shelter they shall fly

Before our valiant chivalry.

Then, noble sirs, we will not fear,
Strong in the hope of succours near.

And e'en if Frederic, on the throne

Of powerful Germany, Submit the cruel ravages Of Louis' hosts to see, Yet, in the breast of England's king, Wrath deep and vengeful shall upspring. Then, noble sirs, we will not fear, Strong in the hope of succours near.

Not much those meek and holy men—

The traitorous bishops—mourn,
Though from our hands the sepulchre
Of our dear Lord be torn;
More tender far their anxious care
For the rich plunder of Belcaire.

But, noble sirs, we will not fear,
Strong in the hope of succours near.

And look at our proud cardinal,
Whose hours in peace are past;

Look at his splendid dwelling-place
(Pray Heaven it may not last!)—

He heeds not, while he lives in state,

What ills on Damietta wait.

But, noble sirs, we will not fear,
Strong in the hope of succours near.

I cannot think that Avignon
Will lose its holy zeal,—
In this our cause so ardently
Its citizens can feel.
Then shame to him who will not bear
In this our glorious cause his share!
And, noble sirs, we will not fear,
Strong in the hope of succours near.

THE TROUVERES.

Je vous supply, pardonnez moy, Et ne mectez en oubliette Celui qui la chanson a faicte A l'umbre d'ung coppeau de Moy.

Chansons Normands.

TROUVERES.

LE CHATELAIN DE COUCY.

The pedigree of the noble family of Coucy is ably and satisfactorily elucidated by Laborde, in whose"Essay on Music" is to be found also the affecting narrative of the poet's unfortunate passion for la Dame de Fayel. The first Raoul Sire de Coucy died at the siege of Acre in 1191: but Laborde thinks that our poet was his nephew Raoul, who died, however, nearly about the same time. The Raoul to whom Thibaud king of Navarre addresses one of his pieces, M. Laborde conceives to be Raoul II. the grandson of Raoul I. Raoul II. died about 1250. The pride of this family may be judged by the characteristic motto of one of the Sires:—

"Je ne suis Roi, ni Ducs, Prince ni Comte aussi,
Je suis le Sire de Coucy."

Commencement de douce seson bele

Que je voi revenir,
Remembrance d'amors qui me rapele

Dont ja ne puis partir,

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