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Hark! heard ye not yon footsteps dread, That shook the hall with thund’ring tread? With eager haste The Fellows pass’d,[37] Each intent on direful work, High lifts his mighty blade, and points his deadly fork.
Hark! heard ye not yon footsteps dread, That shook the hall with thund’ring tread? With eager haste The Fellows pass’d,[37] Each intent on direful work, High lifts his mighty blade, and points his deadly fork.