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THE LEGEND OF THE DRACHENFELS;

OR, HOW THE FELL DRAGON FELL.

ABOVE that drunken babbling brook

Where soaked the Naiad queen,

There lived a dragon in a nook

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Quite horrid to be seen:

When he no priest for dinner had,

He fain a maid would eat;

(Such brutes seem, in the abstract, bad,

And worse when we conn Crete.)

Now, two young chieftains thereabout

Had chanced in war to win;

(Like "t' other one," they quite came out,

When, victors, they came in.)

They madly loved a captive maid

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