Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,

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To light within his eye: the hero tugs

Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,

Intrepid, bursts the nerves, and tears the shaft

Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,

Forth with the eyeball, and with dauntless heel

Morison had been urging his suit once more that evening,

Treads them to dust. Not otherwise a bear

Pannonian, fiercer for the wound received,

Maddened by dart from Libyan thong propelled,

Turns circling on her wound, and still pursues

The weapon fleeing as she whirls around.



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