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XXIII.
“Gold I can win with heart and blade;”Sinking on knee the Outlaw said.
“The circlet bright be mine alone,
Which I will keep and gaze upon
With a devotion pure and true
As relic e'er from hermit drew!
And, Lady, were there aught could rear
My talents to a worthier sphere,
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—But hark! still fiercer rolls the storm.
'Tis well—the Outlaw's caverned bower
Shall prove thy shelter from the shower.”
And as he spoke, hill, rock, and plain
Were striped in prone-descending rain;
While gleamed the bright incessant flash,
And the hills shook with crash on crash!
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