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La Yendee.
* Henri . Pie ! fie , sweet sister ! dip not now thy lips Into dissimulation . I could laugh , To hear from those red rubies that thy love Entire to me is given . Nay blush not so ;—lo ! neck , and face , and arms , Are crimson now . Eleanor , thou art
As a pure snowdrop dipp'd in royal blood ; Thy pouting lips , like some o ' erhanging drops , Wait to be caught . [ He hisses her . ] Oh ! that I were the keeper of thy heart , — That casket for all jewels , / forsooth ! 'Twould be too mighty , ample for my care . Grant mine ' s a better simile than thine , Because more truthful .
Eleanor . Well , be it so . I give it up to thee . Henri . Ay , now as ever . Thou didst never seek To call the last word thine . But , Eleanor ,
I did not come to dally with thy words , As autumn pulls in pieces summer buds ; My errand was to bid thy fingers plait Those truant tresses back , to hurry thee To give first welcome to the patriot ' s friends ,- — , Lescure and Cathelineau .
Eleanor . Cathelineau ! Henri . Cathelineau , whom I ' ve long'd to mee t E'er since those wondrous words I told to thee Fell on my ear . Oh , I could not forget Him to whom Genius must have given birth .
Eleanor . Go , go , I will rejoin thee soon . [ Exit Henri . Scene 2 nd . —[ Eleanor sitting alone in a wood . ] ' Lonely I ' ve wander'd to this aged wood , — Sad as if God had planted my worn heart
In chaos deepest centre . The sun gleams redly through the grove , and makes The leaflets almost tremble as they gaze With upturn'd faces on his heated brow ; The aged trees now fold their arms together , And fill the air with low and sleepy yawns , Refusing steadily to let him walk
At their cool feet . " Go , go , " they cry , " and spend Your kisses on the tiny flowers and shrubs ; And when anon wearied with dalliance , vent Your turbulence on them , or weep it out Beneath some thunder-cloud . " The . sulky sun Slow turns his steps away , and wandurs down To the blue west , telling at times his grief .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
La Yendee.
* Henri . Pie ! fie , sweet sister ! dip not now thy lips Into dissimulation . I could laugh , To hear from those red rubies that thy love Entire to me is given . Nay blush not so ;—lo ! neck , and face , and arms , Are crimson now . Eleanor , thou art
As a pure snowdrop dipp'd in royal blood ; Thy pouting lips , like some o ' erhanging drops , Wait to be caught . [ He hisses her . ] Oh ! that I were the keeper of thy heart , — That casket for all jewels , / forsooth ! 'Twould be too mighty , ample for my care . Grant mine ' s a better simile than thine , Because more truthful .
Eleanor . Well , be it so . I give it up to thee . Henri . Ay , now as ever . Thou didst never seek To call the last word thine . But , Eleanor ,
I did not come to dally with thy words , As autumn pulls in pieces summer buds ; My errand was to bid thy fingers plait Those truant tresses back , to hurry thee To give first welcome to the patriot ' s friends ,- — , Lescure and Cathelineau .
Eleanor . Cathelineau ! Henri . Cathelineau , whom I ' ve long'd to mee t E'er since those wondrous words I told to thee Fell on my ear . Oh , I could not forget Him to whom Genius must have given birth .
Eleanor . Go , go , I will rejoin thee soon . [ Exit Henri . Scene 2 nd . —[ Eleanor sitting alone in a wood . ] ' Lonely I ' ve wander'd to this aged wood , — Sad as if God had planted my worn heart
In chaos deepest centre . The sun gleams redly through the grove , and makes The leaflets almost tremble as they gaze With upturn'd faces on his heated brow ; The aged trees now fold their arms together , And fill the air with low and sleepy yawns , Refusing steadily to let him walk
At their cool feet . " Go , go , " they cry , " and spend Your kisses on the tiny flowers and shrubs ; And when anon wearied with dalliance , vent Your turbulence on them , or weep it out Beneath some thunder-cloud . " The . sulky sun Slow turns his steps away , and wandurs down To the blue west , telling at times his grief .