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HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS.
Canto I.
V."Thou hast murder'd, robb'd, and spoil'd,Time it is thy poor soul were assoil'd;Priest did'st thou slay, and churches burn,Time it is now to repentance to turn;Fiends hast thou worshipp'd, with fiendish rite,Leave now the darkness, and wend into light:O! while life and space are given,Turn thee yet, and think of Heaven!"That stern old heathen his head he raised,And on the good prelate he stedfastly gazed;"Give me broad lands on the Wear and the Tyne,My faith I will leave, and I'll cleave unto thine."
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