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 * And as she would be frighten'd wide awake,
 * To travel such a distance through the sky,
 * Use of some soft manœuvre you must make,
 * For your convenience, and her dear nerves' sake;
 * Nice way would be to bring her in a swoon,
 * Anon, I'll tell what course were best to take;
 * You must away this morning." "Hum! so soon?"

"Sire, you must be in Kent by twelve o'clock at noon."


 * Lifted his wings, and stood attentive-wise.
 * "Those wings to Canterbury you must beat,
 * If you hold Bertha as a worthy prize,
 * Look in the Almanac—Moore never lies—
 * April the twenty-fourth,—this coming day,
 * Now breathing its new bloom upon the skies,
 * Will end in St Mark's eve;—you must away

For on that eve alone can you the maid convey."


 * So that his frost-white eyebrows, beetling low,
 * Shaded his deep green eyes, and wrinkles brown
 * Plaited upon his furnace-scorched brow:
 * Forth from his hood that hung his neck below,
 * He lifted a bright casket of pure gold,
 * Touch'd a spring lock, and there in wool or snow,
 * Charm'd into ever freezing, lay an old

And legend-leaved book, mysterious to behold.