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So were _they_ roused. Th’ invading step had pass’d Their cabin thresholds, and the lowly door, Which well had stood against the Fohnwind’s blast,[229] Could bar Oppression from their home no more. Why, what had _she_ to do where all things wore Wild grandeur’s impress? In the storm’s free way, How dared _she_ lift her pageant crest before Th’ enduring and magnificent array Of sovereign Alps, that wing’d their eagles with the day?