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lxiv.

"Would I had been some maiden coarse and poor!

⁠O me! that I should ever see the light!
Those dragon eyes of anger'd Eleanor
⁠Do hunt me, day and night."

lxv.

She ceased in tears, fallen from hope and trust:

⁠To whom the Egyptian: "O, you tamely died!
You should have clung to Fulvia's waist, and thrust
⁠The dagger thro' her side."

lxvi.

With that sharp sound the white dawn's creeping beams,

⁠Stol'n to my brain, dissolved the mystery
Of folded sleep. The captain of my dreams
⁠Ruled in the eastern sky.

lxvii.

Morn broaden'd on the borders of the dark,

⁠Ere I saw her, who clasp'd in her last trance
Her murder'd father's head, or Joan of Arc,
⁠A light of ancient France;