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The Lord of Burleigh.
In her ear he whispers gaily,
She replies, in accents fainter,
"There is none I love like thee."
And they leave her father's roof
Love will make our cottage pleasant,
And I love thee more than life."
They by parks and lodges going
From deep thought himself he rouses,
So she goes by him attended,
Lay betwixt his home and her's;
Built for pleasure and for state.
Where they twain will spend their days. O but she will love him truly!
He shall have a cheerful home;
And beneath the gate she turns;
Sees a mansion more majestic
Than all those she saw before:
Many a gallant gay domestic
Bows before him at the door.
"All of this is mine and thine."
Here he lives in state and bounty,
Is so great a lord as he.
Her sweet face from brow to chin:
Pale again as death did prove; But he clasped her like a lover,
And he cheered her soul with love. So she strove against her weakness, Though at times her spirits sank: Shaped her heart with woman's meekness To all duties of her rank: And a gentle consort made he, And her gentle mind was such
That she grew a noble lady,
And the people loved her much.
Unto which she was not born.
Faint she grew, and ever fainter,
Three fair children first she bore him,