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A place in the quiet tomb with my fall'n lord, Therein to rest my head. This is my boon.

Well, and it shall be granted, fair Valeria, When that fair form is fitted for such rest.

No more:—I do not ask it sooner. Yet that it he a sealed deed between us, Permit me here to put into your hands A mark'd memorial. Some few paces off It is deposited; I will return

See, with what awful loveliness she moves! Did all our bower'd prisons e'r contain Aught like to that?

It does, indeed, a wond'rous mixture seem Of woman's loveliness with manly state; And yet, methinks, I feel as tho' it were