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There was deep sorrow in his look;His voice that tone of sadness took,
Whose rich and mournful cadence best
Wins entrance to the female breast;
And 'twas with kindly voice and eye
The noble Maiden gave reply:
“Thou talk'st romance,” she said, “poor youth;
But hear from woman's lips the truth.
A Daughter of the Percy race
Comes not in contact with disgrace,
Yet may I say,—nor, therefore, sink
Aught in th'esteem of those that think,—
If my poor smile can thee reclaim
From this low course of guilt and shame,
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As Flattery says—that smile is thine.
O re-ascend! Again be all
Thou wast at Linhope's waterfall,
Where the North saw outshone by thee
The choicest of her chivalry!
Whose eye, like mine, the change shall greet?
Whose heart, like mine, with pleasure beat?
And O! whose hand, but mine, reward
The struggle holy, high, and hard!”
“Enough, enough!” he, raptured, said,
And knelt before the noble Maid.
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