Alfred An Heroic Poem, in Twenty-Four Books. By Joseph Cottle: 4th ed. |
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Upon his couch Alfred had stretch'd himself,
Sleepless, tho' seeking sleep; by coming scenes
Fill'd with perplexity. Before the dawn
His castle he forsook, and roam'd alone
Through the deep wood, unseeing and unseen,
Save that amid the forest's thickest shades
He cast his eye, and, wondering, Sigbert saw;
That lonely and most melancholy man!
Walking sedate, on whom the dews of heaven
Stood thick, and told his nightly wanderings far.
Sleepless, tho' seeking sleep; by coming scenes
Fill'd with perplexity. Before the dawn
His castle he forsook, and roam'd alone
Through the deep wood, unseeing and unseen,
Save that amid the forest's thickest shades
He cast his eye, and, wondering, Sigbert saw;
That lonely and most melancholy man!
Walking sedate, on whom the dews of heaven
Stood thick, and told his nightly wanderings far.
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