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 My herald shall appoint a week, And let the recreant traitors seek My tournay court—that there and then I may dislodge their reptile souls From the bodies and forms of men!" He spake: his eye in lightning rolls! For the lady was ruthlessly seiz'd; and he kenn'd In the beautiful lady the child of his friend!

And now the tears were on his face, And fondly in his arms he took Fair Geraldine, who met th' embrace, Prolonging it with joyous look. Which when she view'd, a vision fell Upon the soul of Christabel, The vision of fear, the touch and pain! She shrunk and shudder'd, and saw again (Ah, woe is me! Was it for thee, Thou gentle maid! such sights to see?)