The Minstrel waked his harp-three times
115 Arose the well-known martial chimes,
And thrice their high heroic pride
In melancholy murmurs died.
"Vainly thou bid'st, O noble maid,"
Clasping his withered hands, he said,
120 "Vainly thou bid'st me wake the strain,
Though all unwont to bid in vain.
Alas! than mine a mightier han
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