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Ah me the yellow western sky turns pale	A
And leaves the cheerless sons of earth to mourn	B
And yet I hear net in the silent vale	A
A sound to tell me Arthur does return	C
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Ah haste ye hours quick plume the loit'ring wing	D
Bring back my hero crown'd with glorious spoils	E
Let bards on lofty harps his triumphs sing	D
And loud applause repay successful toils	E
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Reward the flame ye great celestial pow'rs	E
The noble flame that in his bosom glows	E
Inspire him Druids from your holy bow'rs	E
With strength to conquer iron breasted foes	E
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With heighten'd vigour brace his nervous arm	F
And let his lance with ten fold fury fly	G
Make him terrific by some potent charm	F
And add new lightening to his piercing eye	G
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Then may my lover gain unrivall'd fame	H
The Roman banners may less proudly flow	I
Then he may humble their detested name	H
And their high plumes wave o'er' a British brow	J
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Then may his chariot wheeling o'er the plain	K
Hurl death and desolation all around	L
While his intrepid front appals their train	K
And make our proud invaders bite the ground	L
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But yet I hear no lively foot advance	E
No sound of triumph greets my list'ning ear '	-
And I may carve this eagle darting lance	E
For one whose voice I never more shall hear	M
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Perhaps my vows have never reach'd the skies	E
Nor heav'n propitious smil'd upon my pray'r	N
And ah to morrow's crimson dawn may rise	E
To plunge me in the horrors of despair	O
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Yet well he knows the dreadful spear to wield	P
Alas their fearful limbs are fenc'd with care	O
And what can valour when th'extended shield	P
May leave so oft his gen'rous bosom bare	O
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Say reverend Druids can you bless in vain	K
Can you in vain extend your spotless hands	E
Will not heav'n listen when its priests complain	K
And save its altars from unhallow'd bands	E
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Oh yes I'll fear no more The sacred groves	E
That rear their untouch'd branches to the skies	E
Beneath whose shade its chosen servant roves	E
Hidden from weak unconsecrated eyes	E
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Beneath whose shade the choral bards rehearse	E
Piercing with uprais'd eyes each mist that shrouds	E
And listening catch the heav'n dictated verse	E
By airs etherial wailed from the clouds	E
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It ne'er can be but hark I hear the sound	L
Of some one's step yet not the youth I love	Q
He would have flown and scarcely touch'd the ground	L
Not ling'ring thus with weary caution move	R
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The heavy wanderer approaches nigh	G
But the drear darkness skreens him from my views	E
Ah gracious heav'n it was my Arthur's sigh	G
Which the unwilling breeze so faintly blew	S
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Oh speak inform me what I have to fear	T
Speak and relieve my doubting trembling heart	U
To thy Albina with a tongue sincere	T
A portion of thy wretchedness impart	U
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Sweet maid replied the wounded dying youth	V
In accents mournful tremulous and slow	I
Yes I will ever answer thee with truth	V
While yet the feeble tide of life shall flow	I
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We made the haughty Roman chiefs retire	W
The tow'ring sacrilegious eagle flew	S
Our bosoms swell'd with more than mortal fire	X
When from the field indignant they withdrew	S
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But ill bespeaks my faint and languid tongue	Y
The glowing beauties of that joyful sight	Z
Ill can my breast with keenest torture wrung	Y
Dwell on the charming terrors of the fight	Z
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To others then I leave the envied strain	K
Which shall for ages rend the British air	O
Nor will thy partial ear expect in vain	K
To find the humble name of Arthur there	O
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I go while now the victory is warm	A2
The just reward of valour to obtain	K
Soon I return clad in a nobler form	A2
Again to triumph and again be slain	K
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Ah then my dear Albina cease to grieve	B2
Nor at thy lover's glorious fate repine	K
For though my present favour'd form I leave	B2
This constant heart shall still be only thine	K
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Alas e'en now I feel the icy hand	C2
Of hasty death press down my swelling heart	U
E'en now I hear a sweet aerial band	C2
Summon thy faithful Arthur to depart	U
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Let not thy tears an absent lover mourn	K
Remember that he bravely nobly died	D2
Remember that he quickly will return	K
And claim again his lov'd his destin'd bride	D2
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As thus the warrior's fainting spirits fled	E2
And parting life streamed forth at every vein	K
His quivering lip in whispers softly said	E2
Remember Arthur dies to live again	K
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Oh stay dear youth the hapless maiden cries	E
My best lov'd Arthur but one moment stay	F2
And close not yet those all enlivening eyes	E
So lately lighted at the torch of day	F2
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Ah yet once more that look of tender love	Q
Of fond regret my Arthur let me view	S
Let one more effort thy affection prove	R
And bid me once once more a long adieu	S
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Now ere the moon withdraws her feeble light	Z
Ope yet again on me thy fading eye	G
He hears not memory has ta'en her flight	Z
And vanish'd with that last convulsive sigh	G
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Why did I variegated wreaths prepare	O
To pay the conqueror every honor due	S
Or why with fillets bind my flowing hair	O
And tinge my arms of the bright azure hue	S
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Oh must this constant bosom beat no more	G2
This skilful hand no more direct the spear	T
Must lost Albina still her fate deplore	G2
And ever drop the unavailing tear	O
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Must I no more that lovely face review	S
Expressing each emotion of the mind	H2
No more repeat a sweetly sad adieu	S
No more gay chaplets on his forehead bind	H2
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His forehead high and fair with martial grace	E
And bold free curls of glossy chesnut crown'd	L
The full dark eye brow which adorn'd his face	E
O'erwhelming foes with terror as he frown'd	L
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His voice though strong harmoniously clear	T
No more shall fill Albina with delight	Z
No more shall sooth her still attentive ear	M
And make her fancy every sorrow light	Z
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Farewell to love to happiness and joy	I2
Yet will I cull the summer's choicest bloom	J2
Funereal chaplets shall my time employ	I2
And wither daily on my Arthur's tomb	J2
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As thus she mourn'd with bitterest woe opprest	Z
A ray of light illumin'd all the grove	K2
And a consoling voice the fair addrest	Z
In the soft accents of parental love	Q
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Though still she clasp'd her hero's valued corse	E
She slowly rais'd her languid streaming eyes	E
And own'd astonishment's resistless force	E
Viewing the stranger with a wild surprize	E
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The form was clad in robes of purest white	Z
That swept with solemn dignity the ground	Z
Contrasting with the blackest gloom of night	Z
Which reign'd in awful majesty around	Z
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The silver beard did reverence demand	Z
And told her that a holy bard was there	O
Whose shrivell'd fingers grasp'd a flaming brand	Z
Which threw a lustre on the waving hair	O
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His eye possess'd the brilliant fire of youth	V
United with the wisdom of the sage	L2
And speaking with the simple voice of truth	V
He blended the solemnity of age	L2
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Arise thou loveliest of misfortune's train	K
And cease these weak desponding tears to shed	Z
The soft effusions of thy grief restrain	K
Which serve but to disturb the peaceful dead	Z
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The youth you mourn far from these scenes of woe	I
To worlds of never ending joy is flown	K
Where his blest bosom with delight shall glow	I
And his fair temples wear a princely crown	K
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Ah then presumptuous question not the skies	E
Nor more with vain laments his loss deplore	G2
Attend to this and cease your fruitless sighs	E
You soon shall meet where you can part no more	G2
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Awe struck his sacred wisdom she confest	Z
Which pour'd sweet consolation on her mind	Z
She cross'd her blood stain'd hands upon her breast	Z
And bow'd her humble grateful head resign'd	Z
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AUGUST	Z