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I calm'd her fears, and she was calm,
And told her love with virgin pride;
And so I won my Genevieve,
My bright and beaut'ous bride. [120]
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And now once more a tale of woe,
A woeful tale of love, I sing:
For thee, my Genevieve! it sighs,
And trembles on the string.
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When last I sang the cruel scorn [125]
That craz'd this bold and lonely Knight,
And how he roam'd the mountain woods,
Nor rested day or night;
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I promis'd thee a sister tale
Of Man's perfidious cruelty: [130]
Come, then, and hear what cruel wrong
Befel the Dark Ladie.
End of the Introduction.