Cambuscan; or, The Squire's Tale - Part 62

Nor wanted cordial drinks, or viands rare
To cheer the soul and grace the royal feast;
The gentle empress made that task her care,
With choicest fare to treat the grateful guest:
But, more than all, her matchless converse charm'd,
Where beam'd kind gentleness, and beaming warm'd
With cunning softness the attracted heart.
Scarce could the ravish'd knight his looks refrain;
Or if she ceas'd, not wish the joy commence again.
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