Crabbe, George (1754-1832)

Tales of the Hall

1819

Thoughts may be called to council

Charles, with smile, not vain,
Nor quite unmix'd with pity and disdain,
Sat mute in wonder; but he sat not long
Without reflection:--Was Sir Owen wrong?
"So must I think; for can I judge it right
"To treat a lovely lady with despite?
"Because she play'd too roughly with the love
"Of a fond man whom she could not approve,
"And yet to vex him for the love he bore
"Is cause enough for his revenge, and more.
"But, thoughts, to council!--Do I wear a charm
"That will preserve my citadel from harm?
"Like the good knight, I have a heart that feels
"The wounds that beauty makes and kindness heals:
"Beauty she has, it seems, but is not kind--
"So found Sir Owen, and so I may find.
"Yet why, O heart of tinder, why afraid?
"Comes so much danger from so fair a maid?
"Wilt thou be made a voluntary prize
"To the fierce firing of two wicked eyes?
"Think her a foe, and on the danger rush,
"Nor let thy kindred for a coward blush.

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