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Chapter 33 THE BARD

'Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!

Confusion on thy banners wait!

Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing

They mock the air with idle state.

Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail,

Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail

To save thy secret soul from nightly fears,

From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!'

Such were the sounds

            
            

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