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"What is all this?" cried Florio. " 'Tis a cage," |
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Replied the priest, "built for a tiger's den, |
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"Which comes a present to our Princess sage |
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"From eastern countries far beyond our ken. |
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"Soon to full liberty return'd again, |
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" 'Tis but a few short hours you there must bide; |
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"There is good hay to make your couch till then, |
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"And no permitted means shall be untried |
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"To make your bondage light, and soothe offended pride." |