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Babes that had learnt to lisp her name,
But what felt D'Arcy, when at length
Then Jacqueline the silence broke.
By that dear name conjures —
- Well, well might she believe in you ! She listened, and she found it true.”
He shook his aged locks of snow; And twice he turned, and rose to go. She hung; and was St. Pierre to blame, If tears and smiles together came? “O, no - begone! I'll hear no more." But, as he spoke, his voice relented. "That
very look thy mother wore
Nor let the least be sent away.
Had Louis* then before the gate dismounted,
* Louis the Fourteenth.
Like Henry when he heard recounted
- Without it what are all the rest ? To love, and to be loved again.
* Alluding to a popular story related of Henry the Fourth, of France, similar to ours of “ The King and Miller of Mansfield.”