Narrative poems on the Female Character in the various relations of life. By Mary Russell Mitford ... Vol. I |
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XVIII.
“Merida, thou didst view the Queen,While captive to the Moor;
Is't sudden, this wild frantic mien?
Was she thus cold before?
Merida, speak! Hast thou forgot
All use of words?” “I saw her not,
My liege, till from th' Alhambra tower,
Without the gates, she join'd our power.”
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In a close-cover'd litter came;
From me, through each successive day,
Haughty and cold, she turn'd away;
From me, from all; save Inez fair,
And one young page, of beauty rare,
Whom freed from Moorish chains we bare.”
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