The Sea-King A metrical romance, in six cantos. With notes, historical and illustrative. By J. Stanyan Bigg |
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The maiden started at the name,And the blood came rushing red like flame
From her heart to her features fair.
What causeth this? is it maidenly shame,
Or some deep feeling without a name?
It matters not,—the red blood came
To her cheek, and rested there.
Brightly her brow so bold and bare,
Beamed in the lamplight's lurid glare,
All red as the glowing evening air,
When the flaming sun descends in flare
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Emotion thus painted her features fair,
And fluttered in her dove-like breast.
Until for shame or causeless care,
She hid her beaming face, behind her golden hair.
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