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When he fell and wish'd to fall :
And her name was in his latest sigh, When Roland, the flower of chivalry,
Expired at Roncevall.
Light rued false Ferdinand, to leave a lovely maid
Who broke her heart and died to hide her blushing
cheek from scorn.
One night he dreamt he woo'd her in their wonted
bower of love,
Where the flowers sprang thick around them, and the
birds sang sweet above.
But the scene was swiftly changed into a church
yard's dismal view, And her lips grew black beneath his kiss, from love's
What more he dreamt, he told to none; but, shud
dering, pale, and dumb, Look'd out upon the waves, like one that knew his
hour was come.
'Twas now the dead watch of the night the helm
was lash'd a-lee,
And the ship rode where Mount Ætna lights the deep
Levantine sea; When beneath its glare a boat came, row'd by a
woman in her shroud, Who, with eyes that made our blood run cold, stood
up and spoke aloud:- ;
“ Come, Traitor, down, for whom my ghost still wan
ders unforgiven ! Come down, false Ferdinand, for whom I broke my
peace with heaven!”— It was vain to hold the victim, for he plunged to meet
Like the bird that shrieks and Autters in the gazing
You may guess the boldest mariner shrunk daunted
from the sight, For the spectre and her winding-sheet shone blue.
with hideous light; Like a fiery wheel the boat spun with the waving of
her hand, And round they went, and down they went, as the
cock crew from the land.
TO J. P. KEMBLE, Esq.
COMPOSED FOR A PUBLIC MEETING, HELD JUNE 1817.
PRIDE of the British stage,
A long and last adieu !
Revived to Fancy's view.
When the sun smiles his last,
Our memory of the past ;