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| | Peacock's "Sir Hornbook; or, Childe Launcelot's Expedition" |
 | | Sir Hornbook wound his bugle horn, Full long, and loud, and shrill; His merrymen all, for conquest born, With armour glittering to the morn, Went marching up the hill. |
 | | And now a wider space they gained, A steeper, harder ground, Where by one ample wall contained, All earthly things they found: [12] All beings, rich, poor, weak, or wise, Were there, full strange to see, And attributes and qualities Of high and low degree. |
 | | Sir Syntax dwelt in thick fir-grove, [31] All strown with scraps of flowers, [32] Which he had pluck'd to please his love, Among the Muses' bowers. |
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