A cruel triumph, wicked pride,
That for your sport a saint had died.
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SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF TWO FEMALES BY LIONARDO DA VINCI.
The lady Blanch, regardless of all her lover's fears,
To the Urs'line convent hastens, and long the Abbess hears,
"O Blanch, my child, repent ye of the courtly life ye lead."
Blanch look'd on a rose-bud and little seem'd to heed.
She look'd on the rose-bud, she look'd round, and thought