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 Come! (quoth the Knight) a Voice has reach'd mine Ear, The Demon threats Overthrow To all that to Mankind is good and dear: Come, ! let us instant go, O'erturn his Bowers, and lay his Castle low! Those Men, those wretched Men! who will be Slaves, Must drink a bitter wrathful Cup of Woe: But some there be, thy Song, as from their Graves,

Issuing forth, the Knight bestrode his Steed Of ardent Bay, and on whose Front a Star Shone blazing bright: Sprung from the generous Breed That whirl of active Day the rapid Car, He pranc'd along, disdaining Gate or Bar. Meantime, the Bard on milk-white rode; An honest sober Beast, that did not mar His Meditations, but full softly trode: