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This Spanish champion, ere 'twas noon, Eid with her quite away.
Now come we to Saint Anthony, 143
A man with valour fraught, The champion of fair Italy,
Who many wonders wrought. First, he a mighty giant slew,
The terror of mankind : 150
Young ladies fair, pure virgins too,
This giant kept confined
Within his castle walls of stone,
And gates of solid brass, Where seven ladies made their moan, ik
But out they could not pass. Many brave lords, and knights likewise,
To free them did engage, Who fell a bleeding sacrifice
To this fierce giant's rage. wo
Fair daughters to a royal king!
Yet fortune, after all, Did our renowned champion bring
To free them from their thrall. Assisted by the hand of heaven, ia
He ventured life and limb : Behold the fairest of the seven,
She fell in love with him. |
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