Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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Burnt her veil'd cheek with fervent glow,As from her beauteous arm of snow
The heiress of Castile unbound
The braid of pearls that wreath'd it round,
Then, gracefully, to Harcourt gave:
“Speed, Herald! ere that solemn fight,
“Round the plum'd helm of Castile's knight
“These wreaths entwine!—so crown the brave—
“Oh! may his lance resistless prove,
“None but thy Lord this veil remove!”
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