Eleanor Fortesque Brickdale's Golden book of famous women . y, and in my mind revolvdThe high-sould warriors speech. Then MadelonRose in remembrance ; over her the graveHad closed ; her sorrows were not registerdIn the rolls of Fame : but when the tears run downThe widows cheek, shall not her cry be heardIn Heaven against the oppressor ? will not GodIn sunder smite the unmerciful, and breakThe sceptre of the wicked ? Thoughts like thesePossessd my soul, till at the break of dayI slept; nor then reposed my heated brain,For visions rose, sent as I do believeFrom the Most High. I saw a high-tower

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Eleanor Fortesque Brickdale's Golden book of famous women . y, and in my mind revolvdThe high-sould warriors speech. Then MadelonRose in remembrance ; over her the graveHad closed ; her sorrows were not registerdIn the rolls of Fame : but when the tears run downThe widows cheek, shall not her cry be heardIn Heaven against the oppressor ? will not GodIn sunder smite the unmerciful, and breakThe sceptre of the wicked ? Thoughts like thesePossessd my soul, till at the break of dayI slept; nor then reposed my heated brain,For visions rose, sent as I do believeFrom the Most High. I saw a high-towerd townHemmed in around, with enemies begirt,Where Famine, on a heap of envious of the unutterable feast,Markd the gorged raven clog his beak with turnd me then to the besiegers there was revelry : the loud lewd laughBurst on my ears, and I beheld the chiefs PETRARCH AND LAURA AT A\IGNON Page 38 How often then I said,Inward, and filled with dread, Doubtless this creature came from paradise I LtiGH Hunt. Trans, from

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