 | Gaston de Blondeville, or The court of Henry III |  |
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I.
Know ye that pale and ancient choir,
Whose Norman tower lifts it's pinnacled spire?
Where the long Abbey-aisle extends
And battled roof o'er roof ascends;
Cornered with buttresses, shapely and small,
That sheltered the Saint in canopied stall;
And, lightened with hanging turrets fair,
That so proudly their dental coronals wear,
They blend with a holy, a warlike air;
While they guard the Martyr's tomb beneath,
And patient warriors, laid in death?
 | Gaston de Blondeville, or The court of Henry III |  |
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