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LEONORA.
LEONORA.
EONORA, Leonora,How the word rolls—Leonora—
Lion-like, in full-mouthed sound,
Marching o'er the metric ground
With a tawny tread sublime—
So your name moves, Leonora,
Down my desert rhyme.
So you pace, young Leonora,
Through the alleys of the wood,
Head erect, majestic, tall,
The fit daughter of the Hall:
Yet with hazel eyes declined,
And a voice like summer wind,
And a meek mouth, sweet and good,
Dimpling ever, Leonora,
In fair womanhood.
Through the alleys of the wood,
Head erect, majestic, tall,
The fit daughter of the Hall:
Yet with hazel eyes declined,
And a voice like summer wind,
And a meek mouth, sweet and good,
Dimpling ever, Leonora,
In fair womanhood.
How those smiles dance, Leonora,
As you meet the pleasant breeze
Under your ancestral trees:
For your heart is free and pure
As this blue March sky overhead,
And in the life-path you tread,
As you meet the pleasant breeze
Under your ancestral trees:
For your heart is free and pure
As this blue March sky overhead,
And in the life-path you tread,
