Alfred An Heroic Poem, in Twenty-Four Books. By Joseph Cottle: 4th ed. |
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At the stone,
At which the mother soothed her sorrowing mind,
She heard the harp!—so long neglected, sounds
That made her rise her head, in wonderment!'
She listens, doubtful! ‘Can it be?’ she cried.
‘They are the same sweet notes!’ She seized her staff
And hastened toward her dwelling.—
At which the mother soothed her sorrowing mind,
She heard the harp!—so long neglected, sounds
That made her rise her head, in wonderment!'
She listens, doubtful! ‘Can it be?’ she cried.
‘They are the same sweet notes!’ She seized her staff
And hastened toward her dwelling.—
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