Bothwell A Poem In Six Parts: By William Edmondstoune Aytoun: Third Edition, Revised |
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High mirth there was in Holyrood,As fitted nuptial scene,
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The favourite of the Queen.
All Scotland's nobles graced the feast,
And merrily went round the jest,
Though some had secrets in their breast
Enough to mar their sport.
But in a time when all men lied,
Nor trusted neighbour by their side,
Deceit was more than justified;
And, truly, of that Court,
I doubt if there was any there
Who showed in face or mien a care,
Save Mary. But her cheek was pale,
Sad was her smile at jest or tale;
And though she strove to bear her part,
She could not so devise,
But that the anguish of her heart
Came glistening to her eyes.
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