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AYLMER’S FIELD.
Sir Aylmer reddening from the storm within,Then broke all bonds of courtesy, and crying'Boy, should I find you by my doors again,My men shall lash you from the like a dog;Hence!' with a sudden execration droveThe footstool from before him, and arose;So, stammering 'scoundrel' out of teeth that groundAs in a dreadful dream, while Leolin stillRetreated half-aghast, the fierce old manFollow'd, and under his own lintel stoodStorming with lifted hands, a hoary faceMeet for the reverence of the hearth, but now,Beneath a pale and unimpassion'd moon,Vext with unworthy madness, and deform'd.
 Slowly and conscious of the rageful eyeThat watch'd him, till he heard the ponderous doorClose, crashing with long echoes thro' the land,Went Leolin; then, his passions all in floodAnd masters of his motion, furiously
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