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And now, unconscious of their stay,
They homeward plod their weary way:
When tide and tempest join their force,
To intercept the destined course!
The rock they climb, whose foot before
They pass'd, nor heard the surges roar:
Above the rocks the waves aspire,
Each than it's predecessor higher;
A little moment's space recoil,
Then with redoubled fury boil.
Not closer to her crag Andromed
Clung, shuddering at the roar her foe made,
Than Ella now to her's, with fears
Tenacious, limpet-like adheres.
Above she views the jutting steep;
Below she hears the roaring deep:
No beau, as Perseus, hovers near
To bid her bosom be of cheer,
And ere she feel the bellowing shock,
Bear her in safety from the rock.
They homeward plod their weary way:
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To intercept the destined course!
The rock they climb, whose foot before
They pass'd, nor heard the surges roar:
Above the rocks the waves aspire,
Each than it's predecessor higher;
A little moment's space recoil,
Then with redoubled fury boil.
Not closer to her crag Andromed
Clung, shuddering at the roar her foe made,
Than Ella now to her's, with fears
Tenacious, limpet-like adheres.
Above she views the jutting steep;
Below she hears the roaring deep:
No beau, as Perseus, hovers near
To bid her bosom be of cheer,
And ere she feel the bellowing shock,
Bear her in safety from the rock.
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