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 While as one who quells the lions, with a steady eye serenely, She, with level fronting eyelids, passed out stately from the room.

Oh, the blessed woods of Sussex, I can hear them still around me. With their leafy tide of greenery still rippling up the wind! Oh, the cursed woods of Sussex! Oh, the cruel love that bound me Up against the boles of cedars, to be shamed where I pined! Oh, the cursed woods of Sussex I where the hunter's dart has found me, When a fair face and a tender voice had made me mad and blind!

In that ancient hall of Wycombe, thronged the numerous guests invited. And the lovely London ladies trod the floors with gliding feet;