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...told her of the Knight who wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he woo'd The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined ; and...With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight ; And that he cross'd the mountain...

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