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And he, the chosen one, whose lance

Had yet been couched before her glance,

Who were his arm a moment free

Had died or gained her liberty;

The minion of his father's bride,

He, too, is fettered by her side;
Nor sees her swoln and full eye swim

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Less for her own despair than him :

Those lids o'er which the violet vein

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Wandering, leaves a tender stain,
Shining through the smoothest white
That e'er did softest kiss invite-

Now seemed with hot and livid glow
To press, not shade, the orbs below;

Which glance so heavily, and fill,

As tear on tear grows gathering still.

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XI.

And he for her had also wept,

But for the eyes that on him gazed:

His sorrow, if he felt it, slept;

Stern and erect his brow was raised.

Whate'er the grief his soul avowed,

He would not shrink before the crowd;
But yet he dared not look on her :

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Remembrance of the hours that were

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His guilt-his love-his present state

His father's wrath-all good men's hate-
His earthly, his eternal fate-

And hers,-oh, hers!-he dared not throw

One look upon that deathlike brow!

Else had his rising heart betrayed

Remorse for all the wreck it made.

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XII.

And Azo spake :-" But yesterday

"I gloried in a wife and son;

"That dream this morning passed away;

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"Ere day declines, I shall have none.

My life must linger on alone;

"Well,-let that pass,-there breathes not one

"Who would not do as I have done :

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Those ties are broken-not by me;

"Let that too pass ;-the doom's prepared!

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Hugo, the priest awaits on thee,

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"But here, upon the earth beneath,

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"There is no spot where thou and I

Together, for an hour, could breathe:

"Farewell! I will not see thee die

"But thou, frail thing! shalt view his head

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'Away! I cannot speak the rest :

"Go! woman of the wanton breast; "Not I, but thou his blood dost shed: "Go! if that sight thou canst outlive,

"And joy thee in the life I give."

XIII.

And here stern Azo hid his face

For on his brow the swelling vein

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Throbbed as if back upon his brain

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The hot blood ebbed and flowed again;

And therefore bowed he for a space,

And passed his shaking hand along

His eye, to veil it from the throng;

While Hugo raised his chained hands,

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And for a brief delay demands

His father's ear: the silent sire

Forbids not what his words require.

"It is not that I dread the death"For thou hast seen me by thy side "All redly through the battle ride,

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"Hath shed more blood in cause of thine,

"Than e'er can stain the axe of mine:

“Thou gay'st, and may'st resume my breath,

* A gift for which I thank thee not;

"Nor are my mother's wrongs forgot,

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