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THE SKAITH OF GUILLARDUN: 88 by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE

First Line: NO MORE SHE MARVELL'D THAT HER LORD WAS SAD
Last Line: COMPASSION DEAR DID HER MEEK HEART ACCORD.
Subject(s): SYMPATHY; EMPATHY;
No more she marvell'd that her lord was sad
When she beheld that face in death so fair.
For this was he in speechless woe yclad—
Her witchery had ta'en him unaware.
Such beauty might have driven the noblest mad,
Which even untenanted could still ensnare.
With poignant pity for her stricken lord,
Compassion dear did her meek heart accord.



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