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Ye winds, she cried, still heave the lab'ring deep, The mountain shake, the howling forest rend;
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Still dash the shiv'ring fragment from the steep,
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Ah, wherefore wish the rising storm to spare? Ah, why implore the raging winds to save?
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What refuge can the breast where lives despair
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To me congenial is the gloom of night, The savage howlings that infest the air;
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I unappall'd can view the fatal light,
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And yet erewhile, if night her shadows threw O'er the known woodlands of my native vale;
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Fancy in visions wild the landscape drew,
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But deep despair has arm'd my timid soul, And agony has numb'd the throb of fear;
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Taught a weak heart its terrors to controul,
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Yet could I welcome the return of light, Its glim'ring beam might guide my searching eye,
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The sacred spot might then emerge from night,
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For sure 'twas here, as late a shepherd stray'd Bewilder'd, o'er the mountain's dreary bound,
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Close to the pointed cliff he saw him laid,
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My sire, unjust, while passion swell'd his breast, From the lov'd Alfred his Euphelia tore;
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Mock'd the keen sorrows that my soul opprest,
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He told me love, was like yon' troubled deep, Whose restless billows never know repose;
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Are wildly dash'd upon the rocky steep,
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Ah, what avails a parent's stern command, The force of conq'ring passion to subdue?
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And wherefore seek to rend, with cruel hand,
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Yet I could see my Alfred's fix'd despair, And aw'd by filial fear conceal my woes;
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My coward heart cou'd separation bear,
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Let her, who seal'd a lover's fate, endure The sharpest pressure of deserv'd distress;
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For wretches doom'd in other griefs to pine, Oft' will benignant hope her ray impart;
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And pity oft' from her celestial shrine,
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No! ling'ring still, and still prolong'd, the moan Shall never pause, till heaves my latest breath,
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Till memory's distracting pang is flown,
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And death is pitying come, whose hand shall tear From this afflicted heart the sense of pain;
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My fainting limbs refuse their load to bear,
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Now those lost pleasures trac'd by memory, seem Like yon' illusive meteor's glancing light;
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That o'er the darkness threw its instant gleam,
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My native vale! and thou delightful bower! Scenes to my hopeless love for ever dear;
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Sweet vale, for whom the morning wak'd her flow'r,
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And sure the dawning ray that lights the steep, And slowly wanders o'er the purple wave;
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Will shew me where his sacred relics sleep,