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AT FRAMLINGHAM
Here, on the castled keep that rose of old,
Queen Mary, ere she earn'd her hateful name,
Planted her royal flag, when hither came
To do her homage, thirteen thousand bold
And loyal gentlemen, who here enroll'd
Themselves beneath her banner, and the same
Marching with her to London, with acclaim
There crown'd her Queen, in robes of red and gold.
Queen Mary, ere she earn'd her hateful name,
Planted her royal flag, when hither came
To do her homage, thirteen thousand bold
And loyal gentlemen, who here enroll'd
Themselves beneath her banner, and the same
Marching with her to London, with acclaim
There crown'd her Queen, in robes of red and gold.
So, these high castle-chambers only knew
A gracious Princess, one in whose dispraise
The very voice of calumny was mute
Throughout the realm of England, ere they too,
Encompass'd by the tide of evil days,
Fell into ruin with her good repute.
A gracious Princess, one in whose dispraise
The very voice of calumny was mute
Throughout the realm of England, ere they too,
Encompass'd by the tide of evil days,
Fell into ruin with her good repute.
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