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26 “But fast we fled, away, away— “And I could neither sigh nor pray; “And my cold sweat-drops fell like rain “Upon the courser’s bristling mane; “But, snorting still with rage and fear, “He flew upon his far career: “At times I almost thought, indeed, “He must have slacken’d in his speed; “But no—my bound and slender frame “Was nothing to his angry might, “And merely like a spur became: “Each motion which I made to free “My swoln limbs from their agony “Increased his fury and affright: “I tried my voice,—’twas faint and low, “But yet he swerved as from a blow; “And, starting to each accent, sprang “As from a sudden trumpet’s clang: “Meantime my cords were wet with gore, “Which, oozing through my limbs, ran o’er; “And in my tongue the thirst became “A something fierier far than flame.