F.S.A. William Jones, Finger-ring lore
“ Clara is true?’—‘For answer, look on these three rings of gold.’ One instant, and his vizor’s clos’d, his lance is in the rest— ‘Defend thee now, thou felon knight! Foul shame be on thy crest!’ One charge—one shock. The traitor’s corse is from the saddle cast, Through plate, and chain, and gambeson, Hernando’s spear hath pass’d. He buries in his courser’s flank his bloody spears again; Away! away! he scales the hill—he thunders o’er the plain! ‘Up, Clara, up!’ her mother cries; ‘Hernando comes! I see The well-known blazon on his shield. ’Tis he, my child, ’tis he!’ ‘Oh, mother! ”
