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He turn'd to grapple with his rival's hold;
Returning life now shed its dawning ray,
She saw the fierce encounter with dismay,
With shrinking fear beheld their deadly blows!
And now on Redwald pour'd a host of foes;
All hands were rais'd—some arm'd with daggers keen,
And some with weapons seiz'd in haste were seen.
With frantic rage he look'd a moment round,
Then caught the trembling Edith from the ground,
His sword amidst the shouting foe he flung,
And from the giddy height with her he sprung:
Her bosom Ocean, to receive them spreads,
And then for ever closes o'er their heads!
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