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Di pensier in pensier di monte in monte	A
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DISTANCE AND SOLITUDE	B
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From hill to hill I roam from thought to thought	C
With Love my guide the beaten path I fly	D
For there in vain the tranquil life is sought	C
If 'mid the waste well forth a lonely rill	E
Or deep embosom'd a low valley lie	D
In its calm shade my trembling heart's still	E
And there if Love so will	E
I smile or weep or fondly hope or fear	F
While on my varying brow that speaks the soul	G
The wild emotions roll	G
Now dark now bright as shifting skies appear	F
That whosoe'er has proved the lover's state	H
Would say He feels the flame nor knows his future fate	H
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On mountains high in forests drear and wide	I
I find repose and from the throng'd resort	J
Of man turn fearfully my eyes aside	I
At each lone step thoughts ever new arise	K
Of her I love who oft with cruel sport	J
Will mock the pangs I bear the tears the sighs	K
Yet e'en these ills I prize	K
Though bitter sweet nor would they were removed	L
For my heart whispers me Love yet has power	M
To grant a happier hour	M
Perchance though self despised thou yet art loved	N
E'en then my breast a passing sigh will heave	O
Ah when or how may I a hope so wild believe	O
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Where shadows of high rocking pines dark wave	P
I stay my footsteps and on some rude stone	Q
With thought intense her beauteous face engrave	P
Roused from the trance my bosom bathed I find	R
With tears and cry Ah whither thus alone	Q
Hast thou far wander'd and whom left behind	R
But as with fixed mind	R
On this fair image I impassion'd rest	S
And viewing her forget awhile my ills	T
Love my rapt fancy fills	T
In its own error sweet the soul is blest	S
While all around so bright the visions glide	I
Oh might the cheat endure I ask not aught beside	I
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Her form portray'd within the lucid stream	U
Will oft appear or on the verdant lawn	V
Or glossy beech or fleecy cloud will gleam	U
So lovely fair that Leda's self might say	W
Her Helen sinks eclipsed as at the dawn	V
A star when cover'd by the solar ray	W
And as o'er wilds I stray	W
Where the eye nought but savage nature meets	X
There Fancy most her brightest tints employs	Y
But when rude truth destroys	Y
The loved illusion of those dreamed sweets	X
I sit me down on the cold rugged stone	Q
Less coid less dead than I and think and weep alone	Q
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Where the huge mountain rears his brow sublime	Z
On which no neighbouring height its shadow flings	A2
Led by desire intense the steep I climb	Z
And tracing in the boundless space each woe	B2
Whose sad remembrance my torn bosom wrings	A2
Tears that bespeak the heart o'erfraught will flow	B2
While viewing all below	B2
From me I cry what worlds of air divide	I
The beauteous form still absent and still near	F
Then chiding soft the tear	C2
I whisper low haply she too has sigh'd	I
That thou art far away a thought so sweet	D2
Awhile my labouring soul will of its burthen cheat	D2
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Go thou my song beyond that Alpine bound	E2
Where the pure smiling heavens are most serene	F2
There by a murmuring stream may I be found	E2
Whose gentle airs around	E2
Waft grateful odours from the laurel green	F2
Nought but my empty form roams here unblest	E2
There dwells my heart with her who steals it from my breast	E2
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DACRE	C2

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