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Now rais'd the unheeded voice. Swift as the storm
Tremendous urges o'er the dangerous cape
His sweeping pinions, rush'd the steed; for deep
The heavy-hanging arrow's barbed point15
Gor'd his red flank. Impatient of defeat
Shame and Revenge boil'd in the Bastard's breast.
Adown his batter'd arms the tide of life
Roll'd purpling; soon its grasp the nerveless hand
Relax'd, and faint and fainter wax his limbs.20
Dim rolls the shadowy eye—he droops—he falls.
Chill drop the dews of night.
The new-born sun
Refulgent smiles around. From trance reviv'd
In dubious life Dunois unseals his eyes,
And views a Form with mildly-melting gaze25
Hang o'er his wounds: loose to the morning breeze
Waved her brown hair, and on her rubied cheek
Hung Pity's crystal gem. Fearful awhile
Lest wandering Fancy's unsubstantial shapes
Had mock'd the vagrant sense, silent he gaz'd,30

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