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lxxi.
"Would I had been some maiden coarse and poor!
O me! that I should ever see the light!
Those dragon eyes of angered Eleanor
Do hunt me, day and night."

lxxii.
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."

lxxiii.
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.

lxxiv.
Morn broadened on the borders of the dark,
Ere I saw her, that in her latest trance
Clasped her dead father's heart, or Joan of Arc,
A light of ancient France;