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Constance De Castile

A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby
Sotheby, William (1757-1833)

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CONSTANCE DE CASTILE.
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CANTO I.
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CANTO II.
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CANTO III.
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CANTO IV.
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CANTO V.
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CANTO VI.
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CANTO VII.
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CANTO VIII.
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CANTO IX.
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CANTO X.

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“Prince”—Edward answer'd—“warrior bold,
“Pause, till the youth his tale unfold.—
“And thou, Castillian page, declare
“What wrongs oppress thy Lady fair—
“But—for thy sovereign,—hapless Page!
“For Pedro, who will battle wage?
“ 'Tis widely voic'd, that fiends have pow'r
“To vex the Monarch's haunted hour;
“ 'Tis widely voic'd, that gouts of gore
“Still spot the belt the Monarch wore,
“When in Sidonia's blasted wood
“The spectre rose, denouncing blood.”
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