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Ere Vernon's lips to speak divide,A haughty peer, who heard the tale,
Count Merida, with rage grew pale,
“And wherefore Blanch?” he cried,
“Cannot a boy, some sighing swain,
In love perchance with half the train
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Cannot he come, with senseless speed,
And overthrow a jaded steed,
But you must cry, a matchless deed!
Forgetting every other?
Cannot he bear the stale device
Of lovers skill'd in quillets nice,
A half-blown rose upon a branch,
But he must aim at Lady Blanch?
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