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lady emmeline.
"Oh! once not the fluttering zephyr of May
Was lighter than Emmeline's heart,
But sad was the hour, and ill-omen'd the day,
When destiny mark'd me for sorrow a prey,
And levell'd the love-poison'd dart.
Was lighter than Emmeline's heart,
But sad was the hour, and ill-omen'd the day,
When destiny mark'd me for sorrow a prey,
And levell'd the love-poison'd dart.
"Ye powers of delusion! how oft ye restore
The scenes which forever are fled,
Ere my Edwin the red-cross of chivalry bore,
And wav'd it aloft o'er the blood-crimson'd shore,
Doom'd to pillow his warrior head!
The scenes which forever are fled,
Ere my Edwin the red-cross of chivalry bore,
And wav'd it aloft o'er the blood-crimson'd shore,
Doom'd to pillow his warrior head!
"Sir Edwin I come! and the wavering gleam
Of the corpse-fires my footsteps shall light,
To where the cliff nodding above the dark stream,
I may quench in death's bosom, life's feverous beam;
And repose 'mid the shadows of night!"
Of the corpse-fires my footsteps shall light,
To where the cliff nodding above the dark stream,
I may quench in death's bosom, life's feverous beam;
And repose 'mid the shadows of night!"
