 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
LXXXIX.
So came a glimpse across Pithoës' thought;
And, in obedience to the doubt, he said,—
“'Tis strange, Altheëtor, thou hast never aught
Asked or expressed of the fair captive maid;
And, in obedience to the doubt, he said,—
“'Tis strange, Altheëtor, thou hast never aught
Asked or expressed of the fair captive maid;
“For it was thou who forced the crowd to yield,
When she was rudely dragged, on audience-day,
And gently loosed from Philomars's shield
A lock of her fair hair he else had torn away.
When she was rudely dragged, on audience-day,
And gently loosed from Philomars's shield
A lock of her fair hair he else had torn away.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |