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4. PART THE FOURTH.
THE moon is sunk, and heaven's resplendent stars
Glimmer 'mid nightly shades and morning grey,
O'er the low plains a whitish mist appears;
While slivering every eastern cloud, the dawn,
Infusing slow the promise of the morn,
Faint-ting'd the couch where CARMEL thoughtful lay.
Glimmer 'mid nightly shades and morning grey,
O'er the low plains a whitish mist appears;
While slivering every eastern cloud, the dawn,
Infusing slow the promise of the morn,
Faint-ting'd the couch where CARMEL thoughtful lay.
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From her clear eyes large pearly drops descend,
Unusual fires thrill through her trembling veins:
As when the potent solar rays extend
O'er tracts where long congealing ice and snows
Like mountains rise, near polar circles froze,
And melting by its heat wild deluge the vast plains.
Remembrance pour'd its influence through her soul;
Her aching bosom heav'd with bitter sighs,
Her agitated thoughts distracted roll;
And to her fev'rish fancy THELMON rose—
Now lofty verse in strains harmonious flows,
Now passion speaks in his all-potent eyes.
Her aching bosom heav'd with bitter sighs,
Her agitated thoughts distracted roll;
And to her fev'rish fancy THELMON rose—
Now lofty verse in strains harmonious flows,
Now passion speaks in his all-potent eyes.
Like an imperfect dream the past appears,
His errors fleet like a dissolving cloud;
His virtues shine like uneclipsed stars:
No more the sense of wrongs secures her heart,
Her bosom burns with unavailing smart,
And all within the hopeless flame avow'd.
His errors fleet like a dissolving cloud;
His virtues shine like uneclipsed stars:
No more the sense of wrongs secures her heart,
Her bosom burns with unavailing smart,
And all within the hopeless flame avow'd.
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Restless she lay, till o'er the mantling skies
The dazzling radiance of the morning rose;
From the broad light she turn'd her weeping eyes,
And, spent with passion and the weight of thought,
The transient comfort of soft sleep she sought,
And listless sunk at length to half repose.
Thus a sad prey to misery, CARMEL found
No kind resource to mitigate the wound;
Void of pursuits, her heart seeks no relief,
No active duty rouses her from grief:
Though calm she seem'd, within the poison wrought;
And her affections quite absorb'd each thought;
The light of day her sorrowing mind oppress'd;
Night was alone congenial to her breast;
Each eve she strays to soothe her joyless soul,
And pleas'd beholds the lengthening shadows roll.
No kind resource to mitigate the wound;
Void of pursuits, her heart seeks no relief,
No active duty rouses her from grief:
Though calm she seem'd, within the poison wrought;
And her affections quite absorb'd each thought;
The light of day her sorrowing mind oppress'd;
Night was alone congenial to her breast;
Each eve she strays to soothe her joyless soul,
And pleas'd beholds the lengthening shadows roll.
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