Chapter 65 of 1414 · 41 words · ~1 min read

III.

No idly-feign'd poetic pains, My sad, love-lorn lamentings claim; No shepherd's pipe--Arcadian strains; No fabled tortures, quaint and tame: The plighted faith; the mutual flame; The oft-attested Pow'rs above; The promis'd father's tender name; These were the pledges of my love!