« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »
That sometimes from the savage Den,
There came, and look'd him in the face,
This miserable Knight!
And how, unknowing what he did,
The Lady of the Land;
And how she wept and clasp'd his knees,
The Scorn, that craz'd his Brain :
And that she nurs'd him in a Cave;
A dying Man he lay;
His dying words--but when I reach'd
Disturb'd her Soul with Pity!
Al Impulses of Soul and Sense
The rich and balmy Eve;
And Hopes, and Fears that kindle Hope,
Subdued and cherish'd long !
She wept with pity and delight,
I heard her breathe my name.
Her bosom heav’d-she stepp'd aside ; As conscious of my Look, she stepp'dThen suddenly with timorous eye
She fled to me and wept.
She half inclosed me with her arms,
And gaz'd upon my face.
'Twas partly Love, and partly Fear,
The Swelling of her Heart.
I calm'd her fears"; and she was calm,
The MAD MOTHER.
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,