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1 | 1 | O farewell my Frances, sweet Frances, adieu! | O farewell, my Frances, sweet Frances, adieu! |
2 | 2 | My heart's dearest hopes are all cent | My heart's dearest hopes are all cent'red in you; |
3 | 3 | On Penmaen's proud cliff will you watch for the gales | On Penmaen's proud cliff will you watch for the gales |
4 | 4 | That speed from the shores of high Arvon our sails? | That speed from the shores of high Arvon our sails? |
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6 | 6 | On our dear native land when I breathe my last sighs, | |
7 | 7 | Once more to that cliff I will lift my sad eyes; | |
8 | 8 | And though my fond sorrows are lost in the air, | |
9 | 9 | I'll teach my sick fancy to meet with thee there! | |
10 | 10 | ||
11 | 11 | When tost on the ocean's rude billows I mourn, | |
12 | 12 | How often my heart to that glen will return, | |
13 | 13 | Where Frances, in beauty and innocence drest, | |
14 | 14 | First wak'd the soft anguish that swells in my breast. | |
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16 | For thee shall my orisons rise in the dawn, | ||
17 | On the clouds of the twilight thy form shall be drawn; | ||
18 | And when the last sun-beam is quench'd in the sea, | ||
19 | Still fancy shall dwell on an image of thee. |
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