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FRAGMENT.
[Tell me gentle Echo, tell]
Tell me gentle Echo, tell,
Where and how my Lover fell?
On the cold grass did he lie,
Crown'd with laurels did he die?
Echo twice gave swift reply,
Crown'd with laurels, crown'd with laurels, he did die.
Where and how my Lover fell?
On the cold grass did he lie,
Crown'd with laurels did he die?
Echo twice gave swift reply,
Crown'd with laurels, crown'd with laurels, he did die.
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His snow white breast was stain'd with gore,
A cruel sword his bosom tore.
Say with his parting vital flame,
Did he sigh Ophelia's name,
Was he constant still the same?
Echo sigh'd Ophelia's name.
A cruel sword his bosom tore.
Say with his parting vital flame,
Did he sigh Ophelia's name,
Was he constant still the same?
Echo sigh'd Ophelia's name.
When in Honour's bed he lay,
And breath'd his gallant soul away,
Ye gentler Spirits of the air,
Why was not Ophelia there?
Echo answer'd her despair,
Why was not Ophelia there?
And breath'd his gallant soul away,
Ye gentler Spirits of the air,
Why was not Ophelia there?
Echo answer'd her despair,
Why was not Ophelia there?
While the full Moon's paly ray
Sleeping on the hill side lay,
Thus to Echo thro' the glade
The lovely Maniac talk'd and stray'd;
Strait on Fancy's wild wings borne
By the glympse of opening morn,
She saw—or thought she saw, her Love
Lie bleeding [OMITTED]
Sleeping on the hill side lay,
Thus to Echo thro' the glade
The lovely Maniac talk'd and stray'd;
Strait on Fancy's wild wings borne
By the glympse of opening morn,
She saw—or thought she saw, her Love
Lie bleeding [OMITTED]
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