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Article THE LIBATION OF MAFFEO ORSINI. ← Page 2 of 2
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The Libation Of Maffeo Orsini.
So to hear the wild heart ' s song , Dreaming nought of human wrong l Is yon banquet-table spread For a party of the dead ? And the hostess—who shall say If she bonds hor will to pray ?
Ah ! she lingers in the room , Smiling through this sense of doom ;—Smiling as some frenzied wraith , Or a prophetess of death . There , on young Orsini ' s face , Horrent fury of her race ; Who shall waft that poisoned guest To the heart whose love was rest .
All good saints be with us here—Shield us from our mortal fear ! Peace , unfold thy drooping eye , Glad us with thy sanctity ! Weary yet we hear again Young Orsini ' s laughing strain . -
Would that some enchanter's spell These gay mocking tones might quell ! Silence , from thy wood-girt home , Heed the pdaint that bids thee come ; And upon each gentle sense Spread thy potent
influence—, That the wassail shout and . din , Circling round this haunt of sin , May to solemn calm be bound , As a grief new-won from sound .
Let the clouds darkly compass our path for a while , We will win back Love ' s light with Lucretia ' s smile ; In those eyes dwell a magic—ha ! ha ! you shall see How gentle their glance is when they linger on me ! " Thus Orsini drank health to the Borgia .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Libation Of Maffeo Orsini.
So to hear the wild heart ' s song , Dreaming nought of human wrong l Is yon banquet-table spread For a party of the dead ? And the hostess—who shall say If she bonds hor will to pray ?
Ah ! she lingers in the room , Smiling through this sense of doom ;—Smiling as some frenzied wraith , Or a prophetess of death . There , on young Orsini ' s face , Horrent fury of her race ; Who shall waft that poisoned guest To the heart whose love was rest .
All good saints be with us here—Shield us from our mortal fear ! Peace , unfold thy drooping eye , Glad us with thy sanctity ! Weary yet we hear again Young Orsini ' s laughing strain . -
Would that some enchanter's spell These gay mocking tones might quell ! Silence , from thy wood-girt home , Heed the pdaint that bids thee come ; And upon each gentle sense Spread thy potent
influence—, That the wassail shout and . din , Circling round this haunt of sin , May to solemn calm be bound , As a grief new-won from sound .
Let the clouds darkly compass our path for a while , We will win back Love ' s light with Lucretia ' s smile ; In those eyes dwell a magic—ha ! ha ! you shall see How gentle their glance is when they linger on me ! " Thus Orsini drank health to the Borgia .