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THE PRINCESS;
Part sat like rocks: part reel'd but kept their seats: Part roll'd on the earth and rose again and drew: Part stumbled mixt with floundering horses. Down From those two bulks at Arac's side, and down From Arac's arm, as from a giant's flail,The large blows rain'd, as here and everywhereHe rode the mellay, lord of the ringing lists,And all the plain, brand, mace, and shaft, and shield Shock'd, like an iron-clanging anvil bang'dWith hammers; till I thought, can this be heFrom Gama's dwarfish loins? if this be so,The mother makes us most—and thinking thusI glanced to the left, and saw the palace-frontAlive with fluttering scarfs and ladies' eyes,And highest among the statues, statuelike,Between a cymbal'd Miriam and a Jael,With Psyche's babe, was Ida watching us,A single band of gold about her hair, Like a Saint's glory up in heaven: but sheNo saint—inexorable—no tenderness—
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