Helen of Troy
XXXIV.

Andrew Lan

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Then leap'd she up in terror, for he stood

Before her, like a lion of the wild,

His rusted armour all bestain'd with blood,

His mighty hands with blood of men defiled,

And strange was all she saw: the spears, the piled

Raw skins of slaughter'd beasts with many a stain;

And low he spake, and bitterly he smiled,

"The hunt is ended, and the spoil is ta'en."

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