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why tormenteil: thou me with fear ?
come, graceful fon of Ardnart, come ;
it is Daura who calleth thee ! — Earch
the traitor fled laughing to the land.
She lifted up her voice, and cried for
her brother and her father. Arindel !
Armyn ! none to relieve your Daura ?
Her voice came over the fea. Arin-
del my fon defcended from the hill ;
rough in the fpoils of the chace. His
arrows rattled by his fide ; his bow was
in his hand ; five grey dogs attended
his fteps. He faw fierce Earch on the
fhore ; he feized and bound him to an
oak. Thick fly the thongs of the hide
around his limbs ; he loads the wind
with his groans.
Arindel afcends the furgy deep in
his boat, to bring Daura to the land.
Armor came in his wrath, and let fly
the grey-feathered fhaft. It fung ; it
funk