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Yet have I oft been beaten in the field, And sometimes hurt,” said I, “but scorn’d to yield.” He smiled and said: “Alas! thou dost not see, My son, how great a flame’s prepared for thee.
Yet have I oft been beaten in the field, And sometimes hurt,” said I, “but scorn’d to yield.” He smiled and said: “Alas! thou dost not see, My son, how great a flame’s prepared for thee.
