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THE PRINCESS;
Stretch with fierce heat; a moment hand to hand,
And sword to sword, and horse to horse we hung,
Till I struck out and shouted; the blade glanced;
I did but shear a feather, and life and love
Flow’d from me; darkness closed me; and I fell.

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