ARABELLA STUART.
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ARABELLA STUART.
And is not love in vain,
Torture enough without a living tomb?
Byron.
Fermossi al fin il cor che balzò tanto.
Pindemonte.
I.
'Twas but a dream!—I saw the stag leap free,
Under the boughs where early birds were singing,
I stood, o'ershadow'd by the greenwood tree,
And heard, it seemed, a sudden bugle ringing
Far thro' a royal forest: then the fawn
Shot, like a gleam of light, from grassy lawn
To secret covert; and the smooth turf shook,
And lilies quiver'd by the glade's lone brook,
