Narrative poems on the Female Character in the various relations of life. By Mary Russell Mitford ... Vol. I |
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None spake. “Pedro, was it not saidBy her, the murderess—who is dead!
That grief from Isabella fled;
And love and joy could only rest,
Sweet inmates of her peaceful breast?
Yet mourning still, so long; so wild;
No thought for me; still, still the child!”
“Perchance, my liege, the grief subdued
By time, th' accustom'd scene renew'd;
And time again will fade the trace
Of her lost boy from every place;
She views him now ev'n in your face:
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“Cold!” cried the King; “Thou 'st terms of grace!
By Heaven! She shrank from my embrace
As 'twere a serpent's fold!
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