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WISHES.
On Bramshill's terrace walks Lady Clare;
O were I the purple peacock there,
That's petted and smooth'd by her hand so fair!
O were I the purple peacock there,
That's petted and smooth'd by her hand so fair!
Lady Clare strolls through Bramshill's grounds;
O were I one of those white greyhounds
That, patted by her, break off in bounds!
O were I one of those white greyhounds
That, patted by her, break off in bounds!
O happy falcon! O might I stand,
Hooded and jess'd, on Lady Clare's hand,
To stoop at the heron at her command!
Hooded and jess'd, on Lady Clare's hand,
To stoop at the heron at her command!
In Bramshill's chamber a cage is hung;
O that to its gilded perch I clung,
To be coax'd by her as I scream'd and swung!
O that to its gilded perch I clung,
To be coax'd by her as I scream'd and swung!
O were I the silver cross, so blest!
In Bramshill's chapel, devoutly press'd
By Lady Clare to her heaving breast!
In Bramshill's chapel, devoutly press'd
By Lady Clare to her heaving breast!
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But, ah! that I were the locket of pearl
In her bosom hid! or, more blest, the curl
It treasures! O prized love-gage of the Earl!
In her bosom hid! or, more blest, the curl
It treasures! O prized love-gage of the Earl!
Ride on, O Earl, by her palfrey's side!
O that I by Lady Clare might ride!
That she were to be, O Earl, my bride!
O that I by Lady Clare might ride!
That she were to be, O Earl, my bride!
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