lady emmeline.
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"Oh! stay me not stranger," and wild glared her eye,
"Or morning will crimson the east!
The vow of my grief is recorded on high,
And ere night's dusky shadows have quitted the sky,
Must the billow roll over my breast!
"Or morning will crimson the east!
The vow of my grief is recorded on high,
And ere night's dusky shadows have quitted the sky,
Must the billow roll over my breast!
"Ye towers of my Father! no more shall the song
Resound thro' yon desolate hall,
Nor beauty nor chivalry lead the gay throng,
But the bell of the castle with deep muffled tongue,
Shall toll Lady Emmeline's fall!
Resound thro' yon desolate hall,
Nor beauty nor chivalry lead the gay throng,
But the bell of the castle with deep muffled tongue,
Shall toll Lady Emmeline's fall!
"And where the bright banner once wav'd to the wind
Shall the dark flag of funeral float,
And the scenes, once to mirth's frolic revels resign'd,
Where the soft strains of minstrelsy sooth'd the light mind,
Shall but echo the hoarse raven's note!
Shall the dark flag of funeral float,
And the scenes, once to mirth's frolic revels resign'd,
Where the soft strains of minstrelsy sooth'd the light mind,
Shall but echo the hoarse raven's note!
