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“So spake young Blanch! and the white roseHer own pure emblem may disclose,
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“Why harp'st thou still upon that strain?”
Don Juan cried; “To-morrow's field,
If in that field he dare appear,
Shall force the Knight to me to yield,
Shall from his brow the laurel tear,
The white rose from his shield!”
Merida frown'd a stern adieu,
And the late revellers withdrew.
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