 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
XV.
And yet, despite of all, the starting tear,
The melting tone, the blood suffusive, proved
The soul that in them spoke could spurn at fear
Of death or danger; and, had those she loved
The melting tone, the blood suffusive, proved
The soul that in them spoke could spurn at fear
Of death or danger; and, had those she loved
Required it at their need, she could have stood
Unmoved as some fair-sculptured statue, while
The dome that guards it earth's convulsions rude
Are shivering, meeting ruin with a smile.
Unmoved as some fair-sculptured statue, while
The dome that guards it earth's convulsions rude
Are shivering, meeting ruin with a smile.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |