 | Denzil place |  |
Thus torn and tortured with conflicting doubts
Did Constance travel thro' these latter days
(For such she deem'd they were,) in Italy.
Her lover's passionate entreaties now
Tearing her gentle heart; and then the Nun's,
Who seemed to see to ev'ry complication
One only answer, one sure remedy
Against the Future's perils, and implored
That she would forthwith give herself to God,
And “'prison her sweet youth” (as Denzil said)
Within the quiet convent in the hills.
Did Constance travel thro' these latter days
(For such she deem'd they were,) in Italy.
Her lover's passionate entreaties now
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Who seemed to see to ev'ry complication
One only answer, one sure remedy
Against the Future's perils, and implored
That she would forthwith give herself to God,
And “'prison her sweet youth” (as Denzil said)
Within the quiet convent in the hills.
| Denzil place | |