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'Betimes my heritage was sold	A
To buy this heart of solid gold	A
Ye all perchance have jewels fine	B
But what are such compar'd to mine	B
O they are formal poor and cold	A
And out of fashion when they're old	A
But this is of unchanging ore	C
And every day is valued more	C
Not all the eye could e'er behold	A
Should purchase back this heart of gold	A
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'How oft its temper has been tried	D
Its noble nature purified	D
And still it from the furnace came	E
Uninjur'd by the subtil flame	E
Like truth itself pale simple pure	F
Yielding yet fitted to endure	F
No rust no tarnish can arise	G
To hide its lustre from our eyes	G
And this world's choicest gift I hold	A
While I can keep my heart of gold	A
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'Whatever treasure may be lost	H
Whatever project may be crost	H
Whatever other boon denied	H
The amulet I long have tried	H
Has still a sweet attractive power	I
To draw the confidential hour	I
That hour for weakness and for grief	J
For true condolement full belief	J
O I can never feel bereft	H
While one possession shall be left	H
That which I now in triumph hold	H
This dear this cherish'd heart of gold	H
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'Come all who wish to be enroll'd	H
Our order is the heart of gold	H
The vain the artful and the nice	K
Can never pay the weighty price	K
For they must selfishness abjure	I
Have tongue and hand and conscience pure	I
Suffering for friendship never grieve	L
But with a god like strength believe	L
In the oft absent power of truth	M
As they have seen it in their youth	M
Ye who have grown in such a mould	H
Are worthy of the heart of gold '	-
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Ceasing and in the act to rise	G
A voice exclaim'd 'Receive the prize	G
Earl William let me pardon crave	N
Thus yielding what thy kindness gave	N
But with such strange intense delight	H
This maiden fills my ear my sight	H
I long so ardently to twine	B
In her renown one gift of mine	B
That having but a die to cast	H
Lest our first meeting prove our last	H
I would ensure myself the lot	H
Not to be utterly forgot	H
And this my offering here consign	B
Worthy because it once was thine	B
Then maiden from a warrior deign	O
To take this golden heart and chain	O
Thy order's emblem and afar	I
Its light shall lead me like a star	I
If thou its mistress didst requite	H
With guerdon meet each chosen knight	H
If from that gifted hand there came	E
A badge of such excelling fame	E
The broider'd scarf might wave in vain	O
Unenvied might a rival gain	O
Amid assembled peers the crown	P
Of tournay triumph and renown	P
For me its charm would all be gone	Q
E'en though a princess set it on '	-
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I bow'd my thanks and quick withdrew	I
Glad to escape from public view	I
Laden with presents and with praise	R
Beyond the meed of former days	R
But that on which I gaz'd with pride	H
Which I could scarcely lay aside	H
Even to close my eyes for rest	H
I wear it now upon my breast	H
And there till death it shall remain	O
Was this same golden heart and chain	O
The peacock crown with all its eyes	G
Its emerald jacinth sapphire dyes	G
When first irradiate o'er my brow	I
Wav'd its rich plumes in gleaming flow	S
Did not so deep a thrill impart	H
So soften so dilate my heart	H
No praise had touch'd me as it fell	T
Like his because I saw full well	T
Honour and sweetness orb'd did lie	U
Within the circlet of his eye	U
Integrity which could not swerve	V
A judgment of that purer nerve	V
Fearing itself and only bound	H
By truth and love to all around	H
Which dared not feign and scorn'd to vaunt	H
Nor interest led nor power could daunt	H
Acting as if it mov'd alone	W
In sight of the Almighty's throne	W
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His graceful form my Fancy caught	H
It was the same she always brought	H
When legends mentioned knights of old	H
The courteous eloquent and bold	H
The same dark locks his forehead grac'd	H
A crown by partial Nature plac'd	H
With the large hollows and the swells	X
And short close tendril twine of shells	X
Though grave in aspect when he smil'd	H
'Twas gay and artless as a child	H
With him expression seem'd a law	Y
You only Nature's dictates saw	Y
But they in full perfection wrought	H
Of generous feeling varied thought	H
All that can elevate or move	Z
That we admire esteem and love	A2
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Thus when it pleas'd the youthful king	B2
Who wish'd yet more to hear me sing	B2
That I should follow o'er the main	O
In good Earl William's sober train	O
As slow we linger'd on the seas	C2
I inly blest each wayward breeze	C2
For still the graceful knight was near	I
Prompt to discourse relate and hear	I
The spirit had that exercise	G
The fine perceptions' play	D2
That perish with the worldly wise	G
The torpid and the gay	D2
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In the strings of their lyres as the poets of old	H
Fresh blossoms were used to entwine	B
As the shrines of their gods were enamell'd with gold	H
And sparkling with gems from the mine	B
	-
So grac'd with delights that arise in the mind	H
As through flowers the language should flow	S
While the eye where we fancy all soul is enshrin'd	H
With divine emanations should glow	S
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The voice or the look gifted thus has a charm	E2
Remembrance springs onward to greet	H
And thought like an angel flies living and warm	F2
When announcing the moment to meet	H
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And it was thus when Eustace spoke	G2
Thus brightly his ideas glanc'd	H
Met mine and smil'd as they advanc'd	H
For all his fervour I partook	G2
Pour'd out my spirit in each theme	H2
And follow'd every waking dream	H2
Now in Fancy's airy play	D2
Near at hand and far away	D2
All that was sportive wild and gay	D2
Now led by Pity to deplore	I
Hearts that can ache and bleed no more	I
We roam'd long tales of sadness o'er	I
Now prompted by achievements higher	I
We caught the hero's martyr's fire	I
Who listening to an angel choir	I
Rapt and devoted following still	I2
Where duty or religion led	H
The mind prepar'd subdued the will	I2
Bent their grand purpose to fulfil	I2
Conquer'd endur'd or meekly bled	H
Nor wonder'd we for we were given	J2
Like them to zeal to truth and heaven	J2
	-
Receding silently from view	I
Freedom unthought of then withdrew	I
We neither mark'd her as she flew	I
Nor ever had her absence known	W
From care or question of our own	W
At court emotion or surprize	G
Reveal'd the truth to other eyes	G
The pride of England's nobles staid	H
Too often near the minstrel maid	H
And many in derision smil'd	H
To see him pay a peasant's child	H
For such they deem'd me deep respect	H
While birth and grandeur met neglect	H
Soon sway'd by duty more than wealth	K2
He listen'd and he look'd by stealth	K2
And I grew careless in my lays	G
Languish'd for that exclusive praise	G
Yet conscious of an equal claim	E
Above each base or sordid aim	E
From wounded feeling and from pride	H
My pain I coldly strove to hide	H
And when encounter'd by surprize	G
Rapture rose flashing in his eyes	G
My formal speech and careless air	I
Would call a sudden anger there	I
	-
Reserv'd and sullen we became	E
Tenacious both and both to blame	E
Yet often an upbraiding look	G2
Controul'd the sentence as I spoke	G2
Prompt and direct its flight arose	G
But sunk or waver'd at the close	G
Often beneath his softening eye	U
I felt my resolution die	U
And half relentingly forgot	H
His splendid and my humble lot	H
	-
Sometimes a sudden fancy came	E
That he who bore my father's name	E
Broken in spirit and in health	K2
Was weary of ill gotten wealth	K2
I to the cloister saw him led	H
Saw the wide cowl upon his head	H
Heard him in his last dying hour	I
Warn others from the thirst of power	I
Adjure the orphan of his friend	H
Pardon and needful aid to lend	H
If heaven vouchsaf'd her yet to live	L2
For could she pity and forgive	M2
'Twould wing his penitential prayer	I
With better hope of mercy there	I
Then did he rank and lands resign	B
With all that was in justice mine	B
And I pretending to be vain	O
Return'd the world its poor disdain	O
But smil'd on Eustace once again	N2
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Thus vision after vision flew	I
Leaving again before my view	I
That Errata The hollow scene the scornful crowd	H
To which that heart had never bow'd	H
Whose tenderness I hourly fed	H
While thus I to its nursling said	H
	-
Be silent Love nor from my lip	O2
In faint or hurried language speak	G2
Be motionless within my eye	U
And never wander to my cheek	G2
Retir'd and passive thou must be	P2
Or truly I shall banish thee	P2
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Thou art a restless wayward sprite	H
So young so tender and so fair	I
I dare not trust thee from my sight	H
Nor let thee breathe the common air	I
Home to my heart then quickly flee	P2
It is the only place for thee	P2
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And hush thee sweet one in that cell	I2
For I will whisper in thine ear	I
Those tales that Hope and Fancy tell	I2
Which it may please thee best to hear	I
I will not may not set thee free	P2
I die if aught discover thee	P2
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Where are the plaudits warm and long	G2
That erst have follow'd Marie's song	G2
The full assenting sudden loud	H
The buz of pleasure in the crowd	H
The harp was still but silence reign'd	H
Listening as if she still complain'd	H
For Pity threw her gentle yoke	G2
Across Impatience ere he spoke	G2
And Thought in pondering o'er her strains	G
Had that cold state he oft maintains	G
But soon the silence seem'd to say	G
Fair mourner reassume thy lay	G
And in the chords her fingers stray'd	H
For aching Memory found relief	J
In mounting to the source of grief	J
A tender symphony she play'd	H
Then bow'd and thus unask'd obey'd	H