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...with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and-modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that...Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The lady of the land. I told her how he pined : and ah ! The deep, the low, the...

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...with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest gract' ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight,...Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I tokl her, how he pin'd : and, ah ! The low, the deep, the...

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...An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his shield a burning brand...

...An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his shield a hurning hrand...

...An old rude sang that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight, that wore Upon his shield a burning brand...

...old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not chose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight tbat wore Upon his shield a burning brand ;...