Narrative poems on the Female Character in the various relations of life. By Mary Russell Mitford ... Vol. I |
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XXXIV.
Marvell'd the knights, in field and hall,Who could the youthful victor be?
Don Juan, brooding o'er his fall,
Nurs'd baleful envy's rancorous gall,
His lady's blush of love to see.
Smiles on his pallid features sate,
But his dark bosom nourish'd hate
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To her the fair and spotless cause.
The Princess, fled from him, from all,
Her hero's accents to recal,
And half to hope, and half to fear,
Again his lay of love to hear.
Alone she pass'd the midnight hour,
But mute was all around;
No footstep echo'd from the tower;
No strain throughout the silent bower,
Broke the calm air with soul-felt sound.
Hush'd was the tuneful serenade;
Yet listen'd still the watchful maid,
And sigh'd to be so well obey'd.
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