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CANTO III.
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CHORUS.165 Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never!
XI. Where shall the traitor rest,  He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast,  Ruin, and leave her?170 In the lost battle,  Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle  With groans of the dying.
CHORUS. Eleu loro, &c. There shall he be lying.
175 Her wing shall the eagle flap  O'er the false-hearted; His warm blood the wolf shall lap,  Ere life be parted. Shame and dishonour sit180  By his grave ever; Blessing shall hallow it,—  Never, O never.
CHORUS. Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never!
XII.It ceased, the melancholy sound;185And silence sunk on all around.The air was sad; but sadder still It fell on Marmion's ear,And plain'd as if disgrace and ill, And shameful death, were near.190 He drew his mantle past his face, Between it and the band,And rested with his head a space, Reclining on his hand.
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