 Now nought was heard beneath the skies (The sounds of busy life were still), Save an unhappy lady's sighs, That issued from that lonely pile. " Leicester," she cried, " is this thy love That thou so oft hast sworn to me, To leave me in this lonely grove,...  Kenilworth - Page viiiby Walter Scott - 1836Full view - About this book
 | Harry Thurston Peck, Frank R. Stockton, Julian Hawthorne - Anthologies - 1901 - 446 pages
...To leave me in this lonely grave, Immured in shameful privity ? "No more thou com'st, with lover's Thy once beloved bride to see ; But be she alive, or be she dead, I fear, stern Earl, 'a the same to thee. " Not so the usage I received When happy in my father's hall ; No faithless husband... | |
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