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FROM THE SAME.
L' onda che mórmora, &c.
The wave that murmurs from shore to shore,
The breeze that trembles on leaf and tree—
That lingers awhile and returns no more,
Is less inconstant than thou to me!
The breeze that trembles on leaf and tree—
That lingers awhile and returns no more,
Is less inconstant than thou to me!
And yet this foolish and erring heart
Withers in endless sorrow and pain;
And, though I know how fickle thou art,
Bids me still trust in a hope so vain.
Withers in endless sorrow and pain;
And, though I know how fickle thou art,
Bids me still trust in a hope so vain.
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