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“There halting, or by chance or whim’s command, for days he tarried, making much delay:
Meanwhile the stout Elev’en, a glorious band, plow northern waters scatt’ering freezy spray.
Arrived on stranger England’s distant strand, at once to London-town all took the way:
The Duke receives them in his festive hall, the Dames do service, greeting one and all.