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114 FINGAL. CANTO V. J
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" What mean'st thou ? Whither would'st thou i
go? ■]
And why desert Carthollan's age ?"
" A princelier arm shall crush thy foe —
A nobler stem the threat'ner's rage." |
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" Surely thou speak' st as tliro' disdain j
For valiant deeds unthank'd, unsung ; j
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Now, for three days hath minstrel strain
In praises of thy greatness rung." .■
" Lady, thou wrong'st a loyal heart,
Yet not for that, this tongue shall tell j
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The sorrow that can ne'er depart — 1
The secret woe — once more, fareweU."
Equipp'd for journeying was the knight,
The helm was on his head, .

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