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Before he had a moment to reply,
Manfredi, joy quick flashing from his eye,
Had seiz'd the seeming Turk, with such a grasp,
The strength of fiends could not elude the clasp;
While all his visage with bright transport flam'd,
Thus to his captive the recluse exclaim'd:
“Struggle no more, thou sire, with frenzy wild!
I hold thee fast; I will preserve thy child.”
Manfredi, joy quick flashing from his eye,
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The strength of fiends could not elude the clasp;
While all his visage with bright transport flam'd,
Thus to his captive the recluse exclaim'd:
“Struggle no more, thou sire, with frenzy wild!
I hold thee fast; I will preserve thy child.”
| The triumph of music | |