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On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly blazed,

The feast was done, the red wine circling fast, 28.B. And he that unawares had there ygazed With gaping wonderment had stared aghast; For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was past, The native revels of the troop began; Each Palikar his sabre from him cast, 29.B. And bounding hand in hand, man linked to man, Yelling their uncouth dirge, long daunced the kirtled clan.168