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ALICE.
Mrs. Neville.It came! It came!
Poor Mary Mortimer! almost a child,
Lord Claremont saw and loved her; she loved him;
And they were wedded. After a brief year
Of perfect bliss he died, and she returned
To the paternal home, with one fair boy,
To see her father die.
Poor Mary Mortimer! almost a child,
Lord Claremont saw and loved her; she loved him;
And they were wedded. After a brief year
Of perfect bliss he died, and she returned
To the paternal home, with one fair boy,
To see her father die.
Henry.Alas! alas!
Mrs. Neville.Sigh not for them that died—sigh not for them—
They were the happy. Years had passed away,
And grief was gone. Another Edward ruled
Within the old hereditary hall—
Another kinder, dearer—all built up
Of dignity and honour. He had wooed
And wedded a young maiden, only rich
In love. The gentle countess and her boy
Dwelt with them, and his mother, with her looks
Of beauty, her glad voice, her step of youth.
Oh, how the days flew then, when I—for I
Am that most wretched wife that was most blest!
Oh, how the days flew by, whilst Alice clung
Around my knee, half jealous when she saw
My William at my breast; or tottered round
Those giant trees; or on the velvet lawn
Rolled in her joy, lisping her half-learnt words
To the dear cousin, whose sweet serious eyes
Pursued her every motion! Kind, and frank,
And noble boy! I seem to see him now,
With his bright face peeping among the boughs
They were the happy. Years had passed away,
And grief was gone. Another Edward ruled
Within the old hereditary hall—
Another kinder, dearer—all built up
Of dignity and honour. He had wooed
And wedded a young maiden, only rich
In love. The gentle countess and her boy
Dwelt with them, and his mother, with her looks
Of beauty, her glad voice, her step of youth.
Oh, how the days flew then, when I—for I
Am that most wretched wife that was most blest!
Oh, how the days flew by, whilst Alice clung
Around my knee, half jealous when she saw
My William at my breast; or tottered round
Those giant trees; or on the velvet lawn
Rolled in her joy, lisping her half-learnt words
To the dear cousin, whose sweet serious eyes
Pursued her every motion! Kind, and frank,
And noble boy! I seem to see him now,
With his bright face peeping among the boughs