The Sea-King A metrical romance, in six cantos. With notes, historical and illustrative. By J. Stanyan Bigg |
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He turned him to the company,—That aged man of mystery,
There was something in his glance,
And something in his countenance
Of pity and of tenderness,
When his steady eye fell on the drooping form,
The form of the lovely shepherdess.
And as though the long, long gathering storm
That dwelt about his gloomy brow
Had quite evanished now,
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A bright, but momentary gleam,—
Alas! alas! too soon it fled;
Why hath it gone, did it give him pain?
'Tis quenched, 'tis quenched, it vanished
Like the sun's departing beam,
And all too soon alas! is night again ysped.
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