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MISS HOLFORD, AUTHOR OF “WALLACE,” “MARGARET OF ANJOU,”
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LXXXVII. MISS HOLFORD, AUTHOR OF “WALLACE,” “MARGARET OF ANJOU,” AND OTHER POEMS.
It chanced in Winter that I shelter'd me
In a mild southern vale, where dwelleth one
Who in her youth had, harping, waked a tone
That rang thro' Britain's Isle, from sea to sea.
In a mild southern vale, where dwelleth one
Who in her youth had, harping, waked a tone
That rang thro' Britain's Isle, from sea to sea.
Wallace, like his own mountains, bold and free,
The Hero was that her first raptures won;
Next, Margaret! wandering with thy princely son,
She sought a Heroine, and sang of Thee.
The Hero was that her first raptures won;
Next, Margaret! wandering with thy princely son,
She sought a Heroine, and sang of Thee.
What tho' be quenched the lightning of her eye,
What tho' the Harp that to the northern blast
Gave such wild music, hush'd, unsmitten, lie.
What tho' the Harp that to the northern blast
Gave such wild music, hush'd, unsmitten, lie.
Shall we not honour her for triumphs past,
Joy with her joy, and answer sigh with sigh,
And, loyal, smooth her pillow at the last!
Joy with her joy, and answer sigh with sigh,
And, loyal, smooth her pillow at the last!
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