Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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But worn with woe, with toil o'erspent,Faint on bow'd knee pale Julian bent.
Joanna, all compassionate,
Regardless of her high estate,
Rais'd him, and seating at her side,
With gracious hand his food supplied.
And, as his colour 'gan to rise,
And lustre lighten'd in his eyes,
Gay Lancaster his cup would fill,
And pledg'd it to the fair Castile.
But—at the mention of her name
A death-like hue o'er Julian came.
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