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THE LAGGARD KNIGHT |
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XLVIII
THE LAGGARD KNIGHT
Too late! The mighty Dragon's crest of gold
Lies cloven on the cavern's sparry floor;
And flameless now the throat whence never more
Shall blighting fume on blast of fire be rolled.
But he, my Friend, lies lifeless—in his hold
The venomed tongue his dying valour tore
For triumph's token—with the monster's gore
Sanguine, and stifled in its scaly fold.
And diamond and emerald lie blent
The ruby and the amethyst amid;
And treasury is mine more opulent
Than catacomb e'er stored, or pyramid;
But ah! the deed illustrious I meant
Rebukes the deed inglorious I did.
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