Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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Fair Constance on the portrait gaz'd,Mark'd the bold warrior's radiant eye,
And brow, the throne of majesty—
His voice exulting Harcourt rais'd:
“England's high hope, Lancastria's lord,
“To Castile consecrates his sword.
“The hero shall enthrone the King,
“Shall free thee from that fatal ring,
“The veil that hides thy charms remove,
“Then, crown'd with conquest, own his love.”
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