A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
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xxiv.
No one can be more wise than destiny.
Many drew swords and died. Where'er I came
I brought calamity."
xxv.
Myself for such a face had boldly died,"
I answer'd free, and turning I appeal'd
To one that stood beside.
xxvi.
To her full height her stately stature draws;
"My youth," she said, "was blasted with a curse:
This woman was the cause.
xxvii.
Which yet to name my spirit loathes and fears:
My father held his hand upon his face;
I, blinded with my tears,