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... blood of the demon - brute dead in the cave . Soon was in the sea the slayer of monsters ; Upward he shot through the shimmer of waves ; Cleared was the ocean , cleansed were its waters , The wolfish water - hag wallowed no more ; The ...
... blood of the demon - brute dead in the cave . Soon was in the sea the slayer of monsters ; Upward he shot through the shimmer of waves ; Cleared was the ocean , cleansed were its waters , The wolfish water - hag wallowed no more ; The ...
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... blood , And burn in his breast . The brave old warrior Sat by the wall and summoned his thoughts , Gazed on the wondrous work of the giants : Arches of stone , firm - set on their pillars , Upheld that hill - vault hoar and ancient ...
... blood , And burn in his breast . The brave old warrior Sat by the wall and summoned his thoughts , Gazed on the wondrous work of the giants : Arches of stone , firm - set on their pillars , Upheld that hill - vault hoar and ancient ...
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... blood ran over his shoulder to the ground . And when the knight saw the blood staining the snow , he sprang forth , swift - foot , more than a spear's length , seized his helmet and set it on his head , cast his shield over his shoulder ...
... blood ran over his shoulder to the ground . And when the knight saw the blood staining the snow , he sprang forth , swift - foot , more than a spear's length , seized his helmet and set it on his head , cast his shield over his shoulder ...
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