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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Of tender pity while I pine,
That she should view with scornful eye
A love so pure, so warm as mine.
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