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See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air / Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he / Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye!
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines / In the now glaring, and now shifting orbs / Of some wild animal caught in the hunter's trap.