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But her heart was oppress'd. With penitent head
She turned to her troop, and retiring, she said:
“Alas! and alas! shall it come to pass
That the panther shall die from a blade of grass?
She turned to her troop, and retiring, she said:
“Alas! and alas! shall it come to pass
That the panther shall die from a blade of grass?
That the tiger shall yield at the bent-horn's blast?
That we, who have conquer'd a world and all
Of men and of beasts in the world must fall
Ourselves at the mention of love at last?”
That we, who have conquer'd a world and all
Of men and of beasts in the world must fall
Ourselves at the mention of love at last?”
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