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Now, by her aery intelligences, knows,
Fell Cartismandua all her steward's hap;
And Caradoc sees she, in a bowl of water;
Moreo'er sees journey, in far West March, queen Embla,
Folding her gentle hands, to saviour gods;
And turning aye, to heaven, her tearworn face.
Fell Cartismandua all her steward's hap;
And Caradoc sees she, in a bowl of water;
Moreo'er sees journey, in far West March, queen Embla,
Folding her gentle hands, to saviour gods;
And turning aye, to heaven, her tearworn face.
What heart but hers, had, on the queen's pale looks,
Not rued. But rues, nor pities, more than Death
The corse; or wolf the fold, that Northern queen.
Envying chaste life of bounteous womanhead,
She Embla's eyes joys bitter tears have wasted;
Which, like cold stars, for cause of Vellocatus,
Had looked, on her, reproach at Camulodunum;
(Of Vellocatus, whom, with wicked spells,
She sought subdue, to her unstayed desires.)
Not rued. But rues, nor pities, more than Death
The corse; or wolf the fold, that Northern queen.
Envying chaste life of bounteous womanhead,
She Embla's eyes joys bitter tears have wasted;
Which, like cold stars, for cause of Vellocatus,
Had looked, on her, reproach at Camulodunum;
(Of Vellocatus, whom, with wicked spells,
She sought subdue, to her unstayed desires.)
Had Embla journeyed, from Caerwent, with wains;
Bearing, when Caradoc marched, forth, corn and stuff:
And way, among the wilds, now weary, holds,
Of Ordovican nation, in rough paths.
Another band Isurium's queen outsends,
With forged words, Embla's heavy heart to tempt.
Feigning the warlord, ('scaped by flight from death;)
Raught to Isurium, to her royal court.
Bearing, when Caradoc marched, forth, corn and stuff:
And way, among the wilds, now weary, holds,
Of Ordovican nation, in rough paths.
Another band Isurium's queen outsends,
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Feigning the warlord, ('scaped by flight from death;)
Raught to Isurium, to her royal court.
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