A MEDLEY.
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Affirms your Psyche thieved her theories,
And angled with them for the Royal heart:
She calls her plagiarist; I know not what:
But I must go: I dare not tarry' and light
As flies the shadow of a bird she fled.
And angled with them for the Royal heart:
She calls her plagiarist; I know not what:
But I must go: I dare not tarry' and light
As flies the shadow of a bird she fled.
Then murmur'd Florian gazing after her.
'An open-hearted maiden, true and pure,
If I could love, why this were she: how pretty
Her blushing was, and how she blush'd again,
As if to close with Cyril's random wish:
Not like your Princess eramm'd with erring pride,
Nor like poor Psyche whom she drags in tow.'
'An open-hearted maiden, true and pure,
If I could love, why this were she: how pretty
Her blushing was, and how she blush'd again,
As if to close with Cyril's random wish:
Not like your Princess eramm'd with erring pride,
Nor like poor Psyche whom she drags in tow.'
'The crane,' I said, 'may chatter of the crane,
The dove may murmur of the dove, but I
An eagle clang an eagle to the sphere.
My princess, O my princess! true she errs;
For being, and wise in knowing that she is,
Three times more noble than threescore of men,
The dove may murmur of the dove, but I
An eagle clang an eagle to the sphere.
My princess, O my princess! true she errs;
For being, and wise in knowing that she is,
Three times more noble than threescore of men,
