Since thou readest in her what thou thyself hast there written, And, to gladden the eye, placest her wonders in groups; Since o'er her boundless expanses thy cords to extend thou art able,...
"I Can love thee well, believe me, As a sister true; Other love, Sir Knight, would grieve me, Sore my heart would rue. Calmly would I see thee going, Calmly, too, appear;...
Oh, nobly shone the fearful cross upon your mail afar, When Rhodes and Acre hailed your might, O lions of the war! When leading many a pilgrim horde, through wastes of Syrian gloom;...