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Canto II,
XXX.
Her reign is past, her gentle glories gone:
But trust not this; too easy youth, beware!
A mortal sovereign holds her dangerous throne,And thou may’s! find a new Calypso there.
Sweet Florence! could another ever shareThis wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine:But checked by every tie, I may not dareTo cast a worthless offering at thy shrine,
Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang formine.
XXXI.
Thus Harold deemed, as on that lady’s eyeHe looked, and met its beam without a thought,Save Admiration glancing harmless by:
I.ove kept aloof, albeit not far remote,
Who knew his votary often lost and caught,
But knew him as his worshipper no more,
And ne’er again the boy his bosom sought:
Since now he vainly urged him to adore,