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Glares on her cold face; for her lover wentBy glory lur'd to war, and perish'd there;Nor she endur'd to live. Ha! fades thy cheek?Dost thou then, Maiden, tremble at the tale?Look here! behold the youthful paramour!The self-devoted hero!"FearfullyThe Maid look'd down, and saw the well known faceOf Theodore! in thoughts unspeakable,Convulsed with horror, o'er her face she clasp'dHer cold damp hands: "Shrink not," the Phantom cried,"Gaze on! for ever gaze!" more firm he grasp'dHer quivering arm: "this lifeless mouldering clay,As well thou know'st, was warm with all the glowOf Youth and Love; this is the arm that cleavedSalisbury's proud crest, now motionless in death,Unable to protect the ravaged frameFrom the foul Offspring of MortalityThat feed on heroes. Tho' long years were thine,Yet never more would life reanimate
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