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 (5) For now the bloody hour draws nigh! each hoſt to battle bending: sign At morn ſhall ſons: their fathers flay, with deadly hate contending. It Even now, in: viſions of the night I few fell death wide ſweeping: And all the matrons of the land, and all the virgins, ſweeping. And now ſhe heard the maffy gates harſh on their hinges ta ning ! And now thro' all the caſtle heard the woeful voice of mourning! Aghaſt ſhe ſtarted from her bod, the fa al tidings dreading! O ſpeak! The cried, my father's ſtain! l ſee, I ſee him bleeding ! A pale cor; is on the ſullen ſhore; at marn feir maid, I left him! Even at the threſhold of his gate the foc, of life bereft him! Bold in the battle s front he fell. with many a wound deformed! A braver knight, or better man, this fair ine ne er adorned. While thus he ſpoke, the grief-ſtruck maid a deadly ſwoon invaded!. koſt was the luſtre of her eyes, and all her beauty faded.