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...o'er the foaming billows fhe caft a wiftful look ; her head was crown'd with willows that trembled o'er the brook. " Twelve months are gone and over, " and nine long tedious days : " why didft thou vent'rous lover, * why didft thou truft the feas ? " Ccafe, ceafe, thou cruel ocean, " and...

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...o'er the foaming bi'.iews She caft a wiftful look : Her head was crown'd with willowi, That trembled o'er the brook. Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days, Why didft thou, venturous lover, Why didft thou truft the feas ? Ceafe, ceafe, thou cruel Ocean, And let...

...Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land : * Adien !' she cries, and wav'd her lily hand. BALLAD. * when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd : Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wishful look, Her head was crown'd with willows,...