ON SEEING MRS. KEAN, &c.
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ON SEEING MRS. KEAN AS CONSTANCE IN KING JOHN.
’Twas no illusion; from the Past the veil was rent away;
The tide that never changes ebbed, and bore me to that day,
When in the lists and on the field brave deeds of arms were done,
When England blushed beneath the rule of recreant King John.
The tide that never changes ebbed, and bore me to that day,
When in the lists and on the field brave deeds of arms were done,
When England blushed beneath the rule of recreant King John.
Scenes from that dim and buried Past came thronging on the gaze,
In all the splendid pageantry of those heroic days.
There Angiers’ towers and battlements in stately grandeur frowned
Upon the engines of grim war grouped threat’ningly around:
In all the splendid pageantry of those heroic days.
There Angiers’ towers and battlements in stately grandeur frowned
Upon the engines of grim war grouped threat’ningly around:
