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"Now that is after my own heart," / The Poet cried; "one understands / Your swarthy hero Scanderbeg, / Gauntlet on hand and boot on leg, / And skilled in every warlike art, / Riding through his Albanian lands, / And following the auspicious star / That shone for him o'er Ak-Hissar."
The Theologian added here / His word of praise not less sincere, / Although he ended with a jibe; / "The hero of romance and song / Was born," he said, "to right the wrong; / And I approve; but all the same / That bit of treason with the Scribe / Adds nothing to your hero's fame."