Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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The while, fair Constance and her PageMeet in her bow'r from all apart;
And fain would Julian's voice assuage
Her plaint, that vibrates on his heart.
Ah!—though the heroine had supprest
Her woe to yield Corunna rest,
Now, lone, withdrawn from every eye
Save Julian's, Constance heaves the sigh.
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