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XXXVI.
But other answer found the noteThan echoes on the breeze that float:
For, issuing from their secret hold
Came, man by man, his followers bold,
And, forming as his gesture bade,
Unsheathed at once each glittering blade,
In number nearly matching those
To whom this evening finds them foes.
In adverse line, each Northern lord
And knight hath bared his battle-sword;
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Than now impearls the mountain flower!
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