There in the laughing morn of genial spring,
Unwedded pairs shall tender couplets sing;
Eringoes o’er the hallow’d spot shall bloom,
And flies of Spain buzz softly round the tomb.[[319]]
But hold, severer virtue claims the Muse—
Roland the just, with ribands in his shoes—[[320]]
And Roland’s spouse, who paints with chaste delight
The doubtful conflict of her nuptial night;—
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Her virgin charms what fierce attacks assail’d,