and Sir Aymeris turned them heartily to dighting the war

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Enormous chasms, where, all foam and roar,

and Sir Aymeris turned them heartily to dighting the war

Streams subterranean teaze their granite beds;

and Sir Aymeris turned them heartily to dighting the war

Then heighten'd just above the silvery heads

and Sir Aymeris turned them heartily to dighting the war

Of a thousand fountains, so that he could dash

The waters with his spear; but at the splash,

Done heedlessly, those spouting columns rose

Sudden a poplar's height, and 'gan to enclose

His diamond path with fretwork, streaming round



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