- The White Rose, and the White Rose of the Knights

A very gorgeous show indeed, and near as exciting as an honest melee itself. So tuneful in my ears proved that though at first i held aloof stern and gloomy with my futile passion, yet presently i itched to take a spear. And since those sparkling riders liked the fun so much, to let them try whether my right hand had lost the cunning it learnt before their fathers were conceived. As i thought so, standing among the chief ones in that brilliant tawny ring, up came the white rose and tempted me to break alance,. She sighed so softly and brushed against me with her scented draperies, and tried with feeble self command to meet my eyes and could