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And sweet was Blanch's low reply,And lovely her averted eye,
And bright her blushing cheek;
“Almanzor, dear Almanzor, fly!
'Tis for my sake these toils you seek;
Ah, rather, if my peace be dear,
Preserve the noble spirit here!”
She lightly touch'd his corslet clasp;
His bounding heart the steely grasp
Could scarcely then restrain;
“Oh my own Blanch! 'tis for thy sake
I live or die, or sleep, or wake;
But thy poor captive's heart will break,
If banish'd from thy sight again.
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