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...statue of the armed Knight She stood and listen'd to my harp, 35 Amid the ling'ring light. 1 play'da sad and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story, An old rude song, that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. 40 She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and...

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...the armed man, The statue of the armed Knight; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my...best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. -96I play'da soft and doleful air; I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited...