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Amid the uproar of the storm,

And by the lightning's sharp, red glare,

Were seen Lee's face and sturdy form; His axe glanced quick in air: Whose corpse at morn is floating in the sedge?

There's blood and hair, Mat, on thy axe's edge.

THE SPECTRE HORSE.

HE's now upon the spectre's back,

With rein of silk and curb of gold. 'Tis fearful speed!-the rein is slack Within his senseless hold; Upborne by an unseen power, he onward rides,

Yet touches not the shadow-beast he strides.

He goes with speed; he goes with dread! And now they 're on the hanging steep!

And, now! the living and the dead,

They 'll make the horrid leap! The horse stops short;- his feet are on

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