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And when that death through every lim iss
Had done his greatest spite, Her chiefest foes did plaine confesse
She was a glorious wight. Her body then they did intombe,
When life was fled away, h»
At Godstow, neere [to] Oxford towne,
As may be seene this day.
QUEEN ELEANOR'S PALL.
A Collection of OH Ballads, i. 97.
" I never was more surprised," says the editor of the Collection of 1723, "than at the sight of the following ballad; little expecting to see pride and wickedness laid to the charge of the most affable and most virtuous of women: whose glorious actions are not recorded by our historians only; for no foreign writers, who have touched upon those early times, have in silence passed over this illustrious princess, and every nation rings with the praise of Eleonora Isabella of Castile, King Edward's Queen. Father Le Monie, who (in his GaRirie des Femmes Fortes) has searched all Christendom round, from its very infancy to the last age, for five heroines, very partially bestows the first place upon one of his own country-women, but gives the second, with a far superior character, to this queen."
In this absurdly false and ignorant production, the well-beloved Eleonora of Castile is no doubt con- |
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