"So now for the earth to take my chance,"

Then up to the earth sprung he;

And making a jump from Moscow to France,

He stepped across the sea,

And rested his hoof on a turnpike road,

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No very great way from a Bishop's abode.[36]

5.

But first as he flew, I forgot to say,

That he hovered a moment upon his way,

To look upon Leipsic plain;[23]

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And so sweet to his eye was its sulphury glare,

And so soft to his ear was the cry of despair,

That he perched on a mountain of slain;

And he gazed with delight from its growing height,

Nor often on earth had he seen such a sight,

Nor his work done half as well:

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For the field ran so red with the blood of the dead,

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