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Ill-omen'd Maid, I pity thee." So saying,
He turn'd into the crowd. At his strange words 160
Disturb'd, the warrior virgin pass'd along,
And much revolving in her troubled mind,
Retreads the palace: there the feast was spread,
And sparkling with the red dew of the vine-yard,
The bowl went round. Meantime the minstrel struck 165
His harp: the Palladins of France he sung;
The warrior who from Arden's fated fount
Drank of the bitter waters of aversion,
And loathing beauty, spurn'd the lovely Maid,
Suppliant for Love; soon doom'd to rue the charm 170
Revers'd: and that invulnerable Chief
Orlando, he who from the magic horn
Breath'd such heart-withering sounds, that every foe
Fled from the fearful blast, and all-appall'd,
Spell-stricken Valour hid his recreant head. 175
He turn'd into the crowd. At his strange words 160
Disturb'd, the warrior virgin pass'd along,
And much revolving in her troubled mind,
Retreads the palace: there the feast was spread,
And sparkling with the red dew of the vine-yard,
The bowl went round. Meantime the minstrel struck 165
His harp: the Palladins of France he sung;
The warrior who from Arden's fated fount
Drank of the bitter waters of aversion,
And loathing beauty, spurn'd the lovely Maid,
Suppliant for Love; soon doom'd to rue the charm 170
Revers'd: and that invulnerable Chief
Orlando, he who from the magic horn
Breath'd such heart-withering sounds, that every foe
Fled from the fearful blast, and all-appall'd,
Spell-stricken Valour hid his recreant head. 175
The full sound echoed o'er the arched roof,
And listening eager to the favourite lay,
And listening eager to the favourite lay,
The
