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XXI.
“Back! back! ye slaves! — without his charms,“What can your frail and fragile arms?
“Those charms he had from me — and I
“Condeinned him to this destiny —
“I doomed his vile ingratitude,
“Though 'twas his sword that drank his blood —
“His sword, that hath the might of Heaven
“On its avenging temper graven —
“Not I might brook its dint of wrath,
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“But, if ye loved your chief so well,
“To attend upon his state in hell,
“Come — breast the point, and do your parts —
“Urge 'gainst its length your stubborn hearts —
“Till the ground, be deluged with your blood,
“And ye float in the purple flood! —
“Away! — this cavern stands no more,
“I rase the work I wrought before;
“And with my altered breath dispel
“The fabric framed of many a spell! —
“Then to Hela's dark abode
“Swift I take my airy road,
“And embrace the hero's soul,
“Quit of cumbrous earth's control;
“Still beloved, though loathed he fell,
“Mine, and only mine in Hell!”
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