The bridal of Vaumond A Metrical Romance |
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The bridal of Vaumond | ||
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SONG CONTINUED.
Now begins the riot high,
Trembles earth's remotest cell,
Groaning in her agony,
Bellowing peals her anguish tell.
Trembles earth's remotest cell,
Groaning in her agony,
Bellowing peals her anguish tell.
Peals around the deaf'ning din,—
Mute were now the bolt of heaven,
All unheard the culverin,
All unfear'd the blazing levin!
Mute were now the bolt of heaven,
All unheard the culverin,
All unfear'd the blazing levin!
Now, like ocean, earth is heaving,
Waves on waves tumultuous press;
Mountains, their foundations leaving,
Find another resting-place.
Waves on waves tumultuous press;
Mountains, their foundations leaving,
Find another resting-place.
Hark! the deep, its barriers breaking,
Pours its furious deluge blind;
Hell triumphant, God forsaking,
Fate to us hath man resign'd!
Pours its furious deluge blind;
Hell triumphant, God forsaking,
Fate to us hath man resign'd!
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Husbandman! thy toil is done,
Whelm'd thy fields beneath the main;—
Avarice, thy wish is won,
Central regions hoard thy gain!
Whelm'd thy fields beneath the main;—
Avarice, thy wish is won,
Central regions hoard thy gain!
Father! all thy cares are over,
Ocean all thy children hath;—
Hope not, fear not, sue not, lover!
Thou shalt meet thy bride—in death!
Ocean all thy children hath;—
Hope not, fear not, sue not, lover!
Thou shalt meet thy bride—in death!
Mother! who his fate shall tell,
Who so stately woo'd thy breast?—
Where yon pile tremendous fell
Are his sightless ruins prest!
Who so stately woo'd thy breast?—
Where yon pile tremendous fell
Are his sightless ruins prest!
The bridal of Vaumond | ||