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“His loss the lofty Promontories mourn, and from the wavy rivers floods of grief with lakelets overspread the fieldèd corn, and trickling tears are sorrow’s sole relief: But ring so loud o’er Earth’s extremest bourne the fame and exploits of our great lost chief, that evermore shall Echo for his reign ‘Afonso! Afonso!’ cry, and cry in vain.