Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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“A wizard, vers'd in Merlin's rhymes,“Prescient of fate and future times,
“O'er Constance in the cradle hung,
“And Castile heard his prophet tongue.
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“Dark evils gathering round the throne.
“He said—‘When rebel chieftains wave
“‘Their banner o'er Castillia's grave,
“‘Constance in beauty shall arise,
“‘A day-star beaming in the skies,
“‘And lead beneath her radiance fair
“‘A British lion from his lair,
“‘Who, flesh'd with Castile's foe-men slain,
“‘Should shake o'er Navaret's fated plain,
“‘Thick blood-drops from his brindled main.’—
“But—Constance, unavenged weeps!”
Lancastria's ardent lord arose,
“Here, here the British lion sleeps.—
“Edward! arise from deep repose!—
“Fair Page! if other friends are gone,
“Look on this face, and challenge one.”
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