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King Richard in the gray Tower sate, Captive of Austria’s haughty Lord, In a strange land, unhonour’d, unexplored, To felon durance changed his royal state. Pale was his haggard eye, And sunk his cheek, to stern captivity In all—all but in his Lion heart subdued: He sate in melancholy solitude, And sadly gazed upon the setting sun, As down the heavenly road, That all with purple glow’d, It wested toward his realm of Albion.