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ELEGY.
The sea is deep above thy grave,
And the murmur of the rushing wave
Soothes thee to endless sleep.
The warring winds, with angry yell,
Ring mournfully thy funeral knell,
And wild discordance keep.
And the murmur of the rushing wave
Soothes thee to endless sleep.
The warring winds, with angry yell,
Ring mournfully thy funeral knell,
And wild discordance keep.
Now round thee wakes the hurrying storm,
And the red lightning rends aside
The wat'ry veil that strives to hide
Thy passive form.
And the red lightning rends aside
The wat'ry veil that strives to hide
Thy passive form.
The affrighted waves in heaps divide
And close again, as the loud thunder peals—
No eye beholds what that abyss reveals!
A waste of horror, black and drear, is spread
And close again, as the loud thunder peals—
No eye beholds what that abyss reveals!
A waste of horror, black and drear, is spread
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Far o'er the bosom of the troubled main.
Thy grave is calm again,
The dread commotion ceases o'er thy head—
The dark sea onward drives, and peaceful
Sleeps the dead!
Thy grave is calm again,
The dread commotion ceases o'er thy head—
The dark sea onward drives, and peaceful
Sleeps the dead!
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