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THE HORN OF EGREMONT CASTLE.



When the Brothers reach'd the gateway,Eustace pointed with his lanceTo the Horn which there was hanging;Horn of the inheritance.Horn it was which none could sound,No one upon living ground,Save He who came as nightful HeirTo Egremont's Domains and Castle fair.