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THE PILGRIM OF ST. JUST'S, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Tis night, and tempests whistle o'er the moor
Last Line: And sink in ruins like old rome.
Alternate Author Name(s): Maximilian, Karl August Georg; Platten Hallermund, Graf Von
Subject(s): Pilgrimages & Pilgrims


'TIS night, and tempests whistle o'er the moor;
Oh, Spanish father, ope the door!
Deny me not the little boon I crave,
Thine order's vesture, and a grave!
Grant me a cell within thy convent-shrine—
Half of this world, and more, was mine;
The head that to the tonsure now stoops down
Was circled once by many a crown;
The shoulders fretted now with shirt of hair
Did once the imperial ermine wear.
Now am I as the dead, e'er death is come,
And sink in ruins like old Rome.





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