The Legend of St. Loy With Other Poems. By John Abraham Heraud |
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 | The Legend of St. Loy |  |
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XVII.
That pang subdued, towards the skyLifts Agilnoth his pensive eye;
And Gratitude, amid his woes,
In this soul-uttered vow arose:—
Upon that spot of fate, St. Loy!
The avenger of his rifled joy!
To thee to consecrate a fane,
Thy Offertory;
“The Offertory of St. Loy is a poore house sitvate on
the West side of the sayd rode.
When this began, I confess, I cannot as yet learne.”
Bedwell.
Eld not having accounted for the cause of the dedication of the Altar of St. Loy, surely the Poet has undoubted licence so to do. Besides this, it serves to locate the dwelling of Agilnoth.
For soon the holy fabric stood
A trophy of his gratitude!
Now Agilnoth more urgent grew,
And if of Almar aught he knew,
Impatient Vengeance might not stay
To pierce his eremite array.
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