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The Cavalier was slightly form'd,
And of the middle size,
With reddish beard, a restless mouth,
And most unquiet eyes.
His visage pale and dry appear'd,
Nose sharp and of a crook,
Noble his port, but sinister
And terrible his look.
In a red mantle he was wrapp'd,
With golden plates o'erspread,
And gracefully his cap was placed
On one side on his head.
With measured steps, from end to end,
He paced along the room,
And different passions o'er his face
Though silent seem'd to come.
At times he reddens, darting round
Fierce looks, that seem to tell,
As flames cast forth from eyes of fire,
The very deeds of hell.
And now a fierce and bitter smile
The extended lip displays,
Or on the gilded roof he fix'd
A darkly lowering gaze.
Now hastening on his course, from head
To foot he trembles o'er,
And now proceeds his noble mien

Of calmness to restore.