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A long war disturb'd your mind— Here your perfect peace is sign'd; 'Tia now full tide 'twixt night and day, End your moan, and come away! —Duchess of Malfy.

were faint sounds of weeping;—fear and gloom And midnight vigil in a stately room Of Lusignan's old halls:—rich odours there Fill'd the proud chamber as with Indian air, And soft light fell, from lamps of silver thrown, On jewels that with rainbow lustre shone Over a gorgeous couch:—there emeralds gleam'd, And deeper crimson from the ruby stream'd