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His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye, (436)

His eye commends the leading to his hand; (437)

His hand, as proud of such a dignity, (438)

Smoking with pride, march'd on to make his stand (439)

On her bare breast, the heart of all her land;
Whose ranks of blue veins, as his hand did scale, (441)

Left their round turrets destitute and pale.

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