the captive queen.
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And Murray, thou of princely blood, near to the royal line,
Hadst thou no offering to lay upon thy sister's shrine?
Did no avenging spirit wake within thy haughty breast?
Or didst thou coldly fold thine arms, as faithless as the rest?
Hadst thou no offering to lay upon thy sister's shrine?
Did no avenging spirit wake within thy haughty breast?
Or didst thou coldly fold thine arms, as faithless as the rest?
No answer!—let thy silence tell thy perjury and shame!
Ambition lured thee, but thou ne'er didst wear a wreath of fame;—
Ambition lured thee on to dwell amid thy sister's foes,
Forgetful of her kindred ties, forgetful of her woes;
Ambition lured thee, but thou ne'er didst wear a wreath of fame;—
Ambition lured thee on to dwell amid thy sister's foes,
Forgetful of her kindred ties, forgetful of her woes;
Forgetful of her tender care, her too confiding love,
A sovereign's wrongs, a sister's tears, could not thy pity move.
But by a woman thou wert made, in after years, to feel,—
For't was her hand which armed with death the dread assassin's steel.
A sovereign's wrongs, a sister's tears, could not thy pity move.
But by a woman thou wert made, in after years, to feel,—
For't was her hand which armed with death the dread assassin's steel.
Thou, who so recklessly upon another's rights hadst trod,
Saw thine own name go down in death, in darkness, and in blood!
Saw thine own name go down in death, in darkness, and in blood!
