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Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide The glaring balefires blaze no more.

A single window in the wing gleamed like a balefire in the rays of the setting sun.

Nay, even such a birth hath Venus of her own, a second Paris, another balefire for Troy towers reborn.'

Up to the window the company crowded, and they could see the balefire blazing hotly against the cool light of the moon and the widely sprinkled stars.

Like a balefire should the flame go up that says the king is dead.