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And where was Ivan? did his struggling heart,
Burst at that moment, and bid life depart!
Or did he follow headlong from the steep,
And die with Edith in the foaming deep?
Such was the deed his eager soul impell'd,
But strongly by th' affrighted crowd with-held,
With toil and rage, and with despair oppress'd,
A burning fire consum'd his tortur'd breast;
Convuls'd—he sunk exhausted on the ground,
And his soul strove to burst its earthly bound—
A thick and deadly mist o'ercame his sight,
And with one groan his spirit took its flight!
Burst at that moment, and bid life depart!
Or did he follow headlong from the steep,
And die with Edith in the foaming deep?
Such was the deed his eager soul impell'd,
But strongly by th' affrighted crowd with-held,
With toil and rage, and with despair oppress'd,
A burning fire consum'd his tortur'd breast;
Convuls'd—he sunk exhausted on the ground,
And his soul strove to burst its earthly bound—
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And with one groan his spirit took its flight!
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