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Now one shrill voice the notes prolong,
Now a wild chorus swells the song:

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Or wild Ontario's boundless lake,
Where heartsick exiles, in the strain,
Recalled fair Scotland's hills again!

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WHERE shall the lover rest,

Whom the Fates sever

From his true maiden's breast,

Parted for ever?

Where, through groves deep and high,

Sounds the far billow,

Where early violets die,

Under the willow.

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Eleu loro, &c. Soft shall be his pillow.

There, through the summer day,

Cool streams are laving;

There, while the tempests sway,

Scarce are boughs waving;

There, thy rest shalt thou take,

Parted for ever,

Never again to wake,

Never, O never!

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Eleu loro, &c. There shall he be lying.

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He drew his mantle past his face,
Between it and the band,

And rested with his head a space,

Reclining on his hand.

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His thoughts I scan not; but I ween,

That, could their import have been seen,

The meanest groom in all the hall,

That e'er tied courser to a stall,

Would scarce have wished to be their prey,
For Lutterward and Fontenaye.

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HIGH MINDS, of native pride and force,

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Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse!
Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave!
Yet fatal strength they boast to steel
Their minds to bear the wounds they feel;
Even while they writhe beneath the smart
Of civil conflict in the heart.

For soon Lord Marmion raised his head,
And, smiling, to Fitz-Eustace said :—
"Is it not strange, that, as ye sung,
Seemed in mine ear a death-peal rung,
Such as in nunneries they toll
For some departing sister's soul?

Say, what may this portend ?"—
Then first the Palmer silence broke,
(The livelong day he had not spoke,)
"The death of a dear friend."
MARMION, whose steady heart and eye
Ne'er changed in worst extremity;

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Marmion, whose soul could scantly brook,
Even from his King, a haughty look;
Whose accent of command controlled,
In camps, the boldest of the bold :

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Thought, look, and utterance failed him now,
Fallen was his glance, and flushed his brow:

For either in the tone,

Or something in the Palmer's look,
So full upon his conscience strook,
That answer he found none.
Thus oft it haps, that when within
They shrink at sense of secret sin,

A feather daunts the brave;

A fool's wild speech confounds the wise,
And proudest princes veil their eyes

Before their meanest slave.
WELL might he falter!—by his aid
Was Constance Beverley betrayed;
Not that he augured of the doom,
Which on the living closed the tomb :
But, tired to hear the desperate maid
Threaten by turns, beseech, upbraid;
And wroth, because, in wild despair,
She practised on the life of Clare;
Its fugitive the Church he gave,

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Though not a victim, but a slave;

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And deemed restraint in convent strange

Would hide her wrongs, and her revenge.

Himself, proud Henry's favourite peer,
Held Romish thunders idle fear,

Secure his pardon he might hold,

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For some slight mulct of penance-gold.

Thus judging, he gave secret way,

When the stern priests surprised their prey:

His train but deemed the favourite page

Was left behind, to spare his age;

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Or other if they deemed, none dared

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But, wakened by her favourite lay,
And that strange Palmer's boding say,
That fell so ominous and drear,

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Full on the object of his fear,

To aid remorse's venomed throes,

Dark tales of convent vengeance rose;

And Constance, late betrayed and scorned,
All lovely on his soul returned:

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Lovely as when, at treacherous call,

She left her convent's peaceful wall,

Crimsoned with shame, with terror mute,
Dreading alike escape, pursuit,

Till love, victorious o'er alarms,

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Hid fears and blushes in his arms.

"ALAS!" he thought, "how changed that mien! xvii

How changed these timid looks have been,

Since years of guilt, and of disguise,

Have steeled her brow and armed her eyes!

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No more of virgin terror speaks

The blood that mantles in her cheeks;
Fierce, and unfeminine, are there,
Frenzy for joy, for grief despair;
And I the cause-for whom were given
Her peace on earth, her hopes in heaven!—

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Would," thought he, as the picture grows, "I on its stalk had left the rose !

Oh, why should man's success remove

The very charms that wake his love !—
Her convent's peaceful solitude

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Is now a prison harsh and rude;
And, pent within the narrow cell,
How will her spirit chafe and swell!
How brook the stern monastic laws!
The penance how-and I the cause!-

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Vigil and scourge—perchance e'en worse!'
And twice he rose to cry, "To horse!"

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