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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478320" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Drowned Lover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Ah! faint are her limbs, and her footstep is weary,<br>Yet far must the desolate wanderer roam;<br>Though the tempest is stern, and the mountain is dreary,<br>She must quit at deep midnight her pitiless home.<br>I see her swift foot dash the dew from the whortle,<br>As she rapidly hastes to the green grove of myrtle;<br>And I hear, as she wraps round her figure the kirtle,<br>'Stay thy boat on the lake,--dearest Henry, I come.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>High swelled in her bosom the throb of affection,<br>As lightly her form bounded over the lea, <br>And arose in her mind every dear recollection;<br>'I come, dearest Henry, and wait but for thee.'<br>How sad, when dear hope every sorrow is soothing,<br>When sympathy's swell the soft bosom is moving,<br>And the mind the mild joys of affection is proving,<br>Is the stern voice of fate that bids happiness flee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Oh! dark lowered the clouds on that horrible eve,<br>And the moon dimly gleamed through the tempested air;<br>Oh! how could fond visions such softness deceive?<br>Oh! how could false hope rend, a bosom so fair? <br>Thy love's pallid corse the wild surges are laving,<br>O'er his form the fierce swell of the tempest is raving;<br>But, fear not, parting spirit; thy goodness is saving,<br>In eternity's bowers, a seat for thee there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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Ah! faint are her limbs, and her footstep is weary,
Yet far must the desolate wanderer roam;
Though the tempest is stern, and the mountain is dreary,
She must quit at deep midnight her pitiless home.
I see her swift foot dash the dew from the w..."></div>
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