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He turn'd—he stopt—but found no sweet relief;
The cormorant monster of the gorging grave,
Had multiplied his woe—still ran his thoughts
On some lov'd child, which yet remain'd unsung;
Another and another to his mind
Rose terrible—and starting, thus he cried,
While Grief in every feature wrote Despair:
The cormorant monster of the gorging grave,
Had multiplied his woe—still ran his thoughts
On some lov'd child, which yet remain'd unsung;
Another and another to his mind
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While Grief in every feature wrote Despair:
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