Had borne the pressure of the chariot-wheel,
Since George and Jane partook their parting meal.
And here—a quaint secluded neighbourhood—
Just where the ruins of a convent stood,
A group of gipsies (tented in a cove)
Bore tokens of contentment and of love:
One of the tribe advanced towards the coach,
And begg’d permission that she might approach:
Lord Arnold stopp’d, and lent his gen’rous ear,
Whilst she address’d him with a gentle air: