Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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The page, mean-while, on bended knee,As one o'er-weigh'd with misery,
Sunk silent at Joanna's feet:
Not slow her speech the youth to greet.
“Speak, hapless stranger! tell thy tale,
“What wrongs thy tender years assail.
“At Bourdeaux' throne redress obtain:
“None to her sov'reign sue in vain.
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