Classic Poem

Now royal Lusignan high feats achiev'd,
And smote the Arab with relentless blade;
The mighty Saladin was sore aggriev'd,
That to the Sar'zans such despight he made,
Inflam'd with rancour thus he sternly pray'd:
" Great Macon, hear from thy celestial shrine,
" O let me be for ay a damned shade,
" By Stygian strond in endless bale to pine,
" If thou be not aveng'd of those fell fone of thine. "