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thoughts were irrevocably engrossed by the memory of her former lover. He, however, persisted in his suit. He solicited not her tenderness but her esteem. He was assisted by her conviction of his worth, and her sense of her own destitute and dependent situation ; for she was existing on the kindness of friends. In a word, he at length succeeded in gaining her hand, though with the solemn assurance that her heart was unalterably another's.
He took her with him to Sicily ; hoping that a change of scene might wear out the remembrance of early woes. She was an amiable and exemplary wife, and made an effort to be a happy one; but nothing could cure the silent and devouring melancholy that had entered into her very soul. She wasted away
in a slow but hopeless decline, and at length sunk into the grave, the victim of a broken heart.
It was on her that Moore (the distinguished Irish
And lovers around her are sighing :
For her heart in his grave is lying.
Every note which he loved awaking-
How the heart of the minstrel is breaking !
They were all that to life had entwined him
Nor long will his love stay behind him !
When they promise a glorious morrow;