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 | The Works of Thomas Love Peacock |  |
Bold Arthur, whose fancy this king had not won,
Look'd with hope and delight on young Edward his son;
But had scarcely commended his learning and grace,
Ere he found his attention called off to the place
Where the infamous Mary
polluted the feast,
Who sat drinking blood from the skull of a priest.
Look'd with hope and delight on young Edward his son;
But had scarcely commended his learning and grace,
Ere he found his attention called off to the place
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Who sat drinking blood from the skull of a priest.
| The Works of Thomas Love Peacock | |