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“Thus judging, for a little space I listened, ere I left the place; But scarce could trust my eyes, Nor yet can think they served me true, When sudden in the ring I view, In form distinct of shape and hue, A mounted champion rise. I’ve fought, Lord-Lion, many a day, In single fight, and mixed affray, And ever, I myself may say, Have borne me as a knight; But when this unexpected foe Seemed starting from the gulf below, I care not though the truth I show, I trembled with affright; And as I placed in rest my spear, My hand so shook for very fear, I scarce could couch it right.