English poem
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"Yea, he had won me, this same Rupert, when He was our guest.--Thou know'st how gallantry And recklessness make heroes of most men To us weak women!--And so secretly I vowed to be his wife. It happened then My brother found him in some villainy; The insult followed: Guy was killed ... and thou Dost still remember how I made a vow.--