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PRINCE HOEL'S SONG, FROM Southey's Mador.

I've harness'd thee my steed of grey;
And thou shalt bear me to the walls,
Where, in dazzling splendour gay,
Bright the glittering sun-beam falls.
Dear to me those walls so white,
When I wake, and when I dream;
Where, before my fair one's sight,
Floats the sea-mew on the stream.

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How I love the storm-struck dwelling
Which the restless ocean laves!
On its walls, so proudly swelling,
Ever break the sounding waves.
There she dwells, the shapely maiden,
Fairer than the ocean spray;
Lovelier than the charms display'd in
Flora's garden bed in May.
Still for her I ceaseless pine;
See but her in crowded halls;
When the sun's bright beams decline
Fancy flies to those dear walls.
I throughout the sleepless night
Think of her, 'till health is flown;
Fled the visions of delight,
The flush of youth for ever gone.

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Pale as ocean to the view
On a dreary sunless morn;
Victim of a love too true,
Still for her I pine forlorn.
I pine for her; yet heave a sigh
Of tender pity while I pine,
That she should view with scornful eye
A love so pure, so warm as mine.