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“Thou see’ 8. On 

The maiden 
| earn ee 
| Knight, 
|| Thy fingers of iron can only smite; 
| ae like the rose thou hast torn and scatter’d, 
I in thy grasp should be wreck’d and shatter’d.’’ 

| 
| She trembled and blush’d, and her glances fell ; 
| But she tmrn’d from the Knight, and said ‘‘ Fara 
| well ;”’ 
| ‘¢ Not so,’’ Re cried, ‘* will I lose my prize, 
I heed not thy words, but 1 read ane eyes. 
| 
He lifted her up in his = rasp of steel, 
And he mounted a a ourr’d with farious heel ; 
| But her cry drew forth 1er hoary sire, 
| Who snatch’d his bow from above the fire. 
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Swift from the valley the warrior fled 
Swifter the bolt of the cross-bow sped: 
And the weight that pressed on the fleet-foot 
horse, : 
\f Was the living man, and the woman’s corse. 

