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The Captive Lion

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Thou that in fury with thy knotted tail     Hast made this iron floor thy beaten drum;     That now in silence walkst thy little space,     Like a sea-captain, careless what may come:     What power has brought thy majesty to this,     Who gave those eyes their dull and sleepy look;     Who took their lightning out, and from thy throat     The thunder when the whole wide forest shook?     It was that man who went again, alone,     Into thy forest dark, Lord, he was brave!     That man a fly has killed, whose bones are left     Unburied till an earthquake digs his grave.

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"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

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