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That while I pour the unavailing tear And mourn that Hope, to me, in youth is lost! Thy light can visionary thoughts impart And lead underline the Muse to soothe an /underline aching heart.

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Hark to that plaintive voice which thrills ^ ears And wakes my tim'rous soul to midnight fears that vents its wailing thro' the slumb'ring Air In sounds of horror, & acute despair.

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Yes mourner sad to thee I fly for rest To woo sweet melancholy to my breast For in thy sorrow sounding voice I find A precious underline balm that sooth's /underline my frantic mind

foreign: French Il n'y a point d'homme pour celle qui aime; son Amant est plus, tous les autres underline sont moins. --- /underline /foreign