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CANTO V.
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 Some desperate deed afar.His courser would he feed and stroke,And, tucking up his sable frocke,Would first his mettle bold provoke,805 Then soothe or quell his pride.Old Hubert said, that never oneHe saw, except Lord Marmion, A steed so fairly ride.
XXVIII.Some half-hour's march behind, there came,810 By Eustace govern'd fair,A troop escorting Hilda's Dame, With all her nuns, and Clare.No audience had Lord Marmion sought; Ever he fear'd to aggravate815 Clara de Clare's suspicious hate;And safer 'twas, he thought, To wait till, from the nuns removed, The influence of kinsmen loved,And suit by Henry's self approved,820Her slow consent had wrought. His was no flickering flame, that dies Unless when fann'd by looks and sighs, And lighted oft at lady's eyes; He long'd to stretch his wide command825 O'er luckless Clara's ample land: Besides, when Wilton with him vied, Although the pang of humbled pride The place of jealousy supplied,Yet conquest, by that meanness won830He almost loath'd to think upon,Led him, at times, to hate the cause,Which made him burst through honour's laws.If e'er he loved, 'twas her alone,Who died within that vault of stone.
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