But not for this wouldst thou reproach the King!
Reproach him? cried Siverian; ... I reproach
My child, ... my noble boy, ... whom every tongue
Bless’d at that hour, ... whose love fill’d every heart
With joy, and every eye with joyful tears!
My brave, my beautiful, my generous boy!
Brave, beautiful, and generous as he was,
Never so brave, so beautiful, so great
As then, ... not even on that glorious day,
When on the field of victory, elevate