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He left, for Naworth's iron towers,
Windsor's green glades, and courtly bowers;
And faithful to his patron's name,
With Howard, still Fitztraver came;
Lord William's foremost favourite he,
And chief of all his minstrelsy.
Windsor's green glades, and courtly bowers;
And faithful to his patron's name,
With Howard, still Fitztraver came;
Lord William's foremost favourite he,
And chief of all his minstrelsy.
XVI.
Fitztraver.
'Twas All-soul's eve, and Surrey's heart beat high!
He heard the midnight-bell with anxious start,
Which told the mystic hour, approaching nigh,
When wise Cornelius promised, by his art,
To shew to him the ladye of his heart,
Albeit, betwixt them roared the ocean grim;
Yet so the sage had hight to play his part,
That he should see her form in life and limb,
And mark, if still she loved, and still she thought of him.
Fitztraver.
'Twas All-soul's eve, and Surrey's heart beat high!
He heard the midnight-bell with anxious start,
Which told the mystic hour, approaching nigh,
When wise Cornelius promised, by his art,
To shew to him the ladye of his heart,
Albeit, betwixt them roared the ocean grim;
Yet so the sage had hight to play his part,
That he should see her form in life and limb,
And mark, if still she loved, and still she thought of him.
