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But soon the shouts of vict'ry rise; Vain is the vanquish'd Bokian's grief,For Richard's guardian friends succeed;Dismay'd the routed squadrons bleed, And captive is their chief!
"In magic chains our pris'ners bind!" The Fairy-leader shouted bold;"Some warriors now on swiftest wing,Fly instant to the Bokian king, And thus our will be told:
Tell him, not one of all his train, Not Obin's self, that fiend ador'd,He e'er again must hope to see,Till the fair Isabelle is free, And to her sire restor'd."
Soon to the Bokian court they flew, On flutt'ring pinions light convey'd:The proud king curs'd the hard decree,Yet glad to set his vassals free, Releas'd the captive maid,
Ob! how her gentle bosom throbb'd, As pois'd in air she quickly flew,And reach'd once more her native cot;—But, ah! upon the bloody spot, What horrors met her view!
