The Fountain of Maribo and Other Ballads
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EXCERPT:
The Algreve he his bugle wound
The long night all—
The Queen in bower heard the sound,
I’m passion’s thrall.
The Queen her little page address’d,
The long night all—
“To come to me the Greve request,”
I’m passion’s thrall.
He came, before the board stood he,
The long night all—
“Wherefore, O Queen, has sent for me?”
I’m passion’s thrall.
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