Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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While with glad voice thus Julian spoke,And hope's bright dawn o'er Constance broke,
Lancastria's Herald entrance sought,
And thus his Lord's high greetings brought:
“Lady, at Aquitania's court,
“Proud chivalry's supreme resort,
“When peers and paladins of fame
“Chaste beauty's sovereignty proclaim,
“In solemn jousts their valor prove,
“Challenge the world, and win their love:
“Fir'd by thy fame, brave, gallant, gay,
“Castillia's champion shall advance,
“And by the prowess of his lance,
“In triumph on that glorious day
“For Constance bear the prize away.
“View in this portrait—faintly seen
“The grace and grandeur of his mien,
“The spirit of his speaking eye,
“And brow, the throne of majesty.”
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