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Now glared his eye with fearful purpose--swift He caught her wrist--she screamed again: “Thou’lt come “With me!” he said--she struggled--he did lift Her in his arms, where swooned the maid struck dumb With terror--to a steed he bore her from The bower, upon its shoulder laid her form, Then sprang to the saddle ere her senses numb Revived, and galloped swift his courser warm, Till on an ocean-cliff he stood ’neath gathering storm.