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Far weightier strains next tremble on the lyre,
Strains which the coldest bosoms would inspire!
'Twas on the evening of a hunting day,
The bard rehearsed the deeds of an affray,
Of which the warriors to their children spoke—
What lords were slain, what ladies' hearts were broke,
When two great hosts marched forth with sword and shield,
And met in conflict on old Towton's field.