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Meanwhile, to Kate's affrighted eyes
Bellina's ghost appears to rise;
Bellina, in her maiden bloom
Sent by a ruffian to the tomb.
Yon letter'd stone
she hovers nigh,
Swells with her shriek the sea-bird's cry;
And seems in hollow tone to say,
“Thou soon shalt join my kindred clay.”
Oh! to Bellina's doom severe
Be struck one chord, be shed one tear.
Bellina's ghost appears to rise;
Bellina, in her maiden bloom
Sent by a ruffian to the tomb.
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Swells with her shriek the sea-bird's cry;
And seems in hollow tone to say,
“Thou soon shalt join my kindred clay.”
Oh! to Bellina's doom severe
Be struck one chord, be shed one tear.
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