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- Then for the third time thought on its feud
- that folk-destroyer, fire-dread dragon,
- and rushed on the hero, where room allowed,
- battle-grim, burning; its bitter teeth
- closed on his neck, and covered him
- with waves of blood from his breast that welled.
- Lines 2688-2693
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