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I	A
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Abash'd the rebel squadrons yield	B
MACBETH the victor of the field	B
Exulting past the blasted wild	C
And where his dark o'erhanging towers	D
Frown on the heath with pleasures mild	C
Now DUNCAN hastes to wing the hours	D
Sweet are the rosy beams that chase	E
The angry tempest from the sky	A
When winds have shook the mountain's base	E
Sweet is the zephyr's balmy sigh	A
But sweeter to the breast the social charms	F
Whose grateful rapture sooths the toil of arms	F
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II	A
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'Twas not the season when the storm	G
Of winter wears its savage form	G
Black'ning all the frozen North	H
Wildly spreads its awful wings	I
From yon bare summit rushes forth	H
And on that barren desart flings	I
All the rapid torrents might	J
When with turbulence they sweep	K
Mingling with the winds of might	J
Sounds majestically deep	K
When nature form'd the hideous waste she frown'd	L
And gave to horror its deserted bound	L
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III	A
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'Twas not the hour when magic spells	M
Rock the heath's untrodden cells	M
When slow the wither'd forms arise	N
From caves which night with lasting sway	O
Ever shrouds from mortal eyes	N
Nor divides one hour with day	O
Sounds unmeet for mortal ear	P
Chill with dread the human frame	Q
Then unreal shapes appear	R
By the blue unhallow'd flame	Q
Discordance strange disturbs the gentle air	S
And pois'nous taints the thick'ning breezes bear	S
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IV	A
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The western sun's departing ray	O
Bright on the lofty turrets lay	O
That threw the shadow's length'ning line	T
At solemn distance far below	U
And where the gather'd clouds recline	T
On yon dark cliff's terrific brow	V
There stood a venerable seer	P
Whose prophetic soul could trace	E
Distant ages hast'ning near	R
And all that fill'd the unborn space	E
The prophet gaz'd with sudden frenzy fir'd	W
Saw deeds undone and spoke with lips inspir'd	W
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V	A
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quot Hail Scotia's Monarch greatly brave	A
Skill'd to conquer charm'd to save	A
Whose pitying hand inverts the lance	X
And meekly drops the slacken'd bow	V
Whose gracious eye with mercy's glance	X
Has ever gaz'd on human woe	U
MACBETH the castle gate unbar	R
MACBETH prepare the social board	Y
Haste from rugged toils of war	R
Haste and hail thy sov'reign lord	Y
With music be the genial banquet crown'd	L
And bid thy vaulted roofs with joy rebound	L
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VI	A
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quot Ha dread visions hang in air	R
I see a bloody dagger glare	R
Deeds that ask the gloom of night	J
Are imag'd in yon troubl'd sky	A
Now a gleam of fatal light	J
Flashes on my aching eye	A
DUNCAN shun that conscious tower	R
Fiends the social banquet pile	Z
Murder waits the midnight hour	R
Murder lurks in beauty's smile	Z
Vain my prophetic voice he hies away	O
Where scowling o'er the couch death calls his prey	O
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VII	A
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quot Sacred victim bath'd in gore	R
Haunt the hideous scene no more	R
Rest unquiet spirit rest	A2
Great revenge the heavens prepare	R
View thy murd'rer's tortur'd breast	A2
And pity all that labours there	R
See the look and hear the groan	B2
Mark a bleeding soul in pain	C2
Reason trembles on her throne	B2
Furies seize the burning brain	C2
Unpitied and accurst shall be his doom	D2
While rising honours flourish round thy tomb	D2
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VIII	A
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quot Thy mem'ry shall for ever last	E2
And fame untir'd repeat the past	E2
Deep in the mystic clouds of time	F2
I see a poet call'd to birth	G2
I hear a lyre whose source sublime	F2
With wonder thrills the list'ning earth	G2
The mighty bard with 'potent art '	-
Shall nature's perfect semblance give	A
Unlock the springs that move the heart	H2
And bid the human passions live	A
Still in his heav'n taught page shall DUNCAN bleed	I2
And future ages tremble as they read quot	I2

Helen Maria Williams

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