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hen Roderick from the Douglas broke--As flashes flame through sable smoke,Kindling its wreaths, long, dark, and low,To one broad blaze of ruddy glow,So the deep anguish of despairBurst, in fierce jealousy, to air.With stalwart grasp his hand he laidOn Malcolm's breast and belted plaid:'Back, beardless boy!' he sternly said,'Back, minion! holdst thou thus at naughtThe lesson I so lately taught?This roof, the Douglas, and that maid,Thank thou for punishment delayed.'Eager as greyhound on his game,Fiercely with Roderick grappled Graeme.'Perish my name, if aught affordIts Chieftain safety save his sword!'Thus as they strove their desperate handGriped to the dagger or the brand,And death had been--but Douglas rose,And thrust between the struggling foesHis giant strength:--' Chieftains, forego!I hold the first who strikes my foe.--Madmen, forbear your frantic jar!What! is the Douglas fallen so far,His daughter's hand is deemed the spoilOf such dishonorable broil?'Sullen and slowly they unclasp,As struck with shame, their desperate grasp,And each upon his rival glared,With foot advanced and blade half bared.
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