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miscellaneous poems.
Hah! ha!—'tis but a shadow, born
Of clouds—(such oft the earth hath worn;)
Scared by the lightning's flash!
Of clouds—(such oft the earth hath worn;)
Scared by the lightning's flash!
Down came Heaven's bolt—a forked light
Play'd round the tree; and, by the bright
And vivid flame it cast,
I saw the murderer, writhing, fall;
Then closed around night's gloomy pall,
And louder moaned the blast.
Play'd round the tree; and, by the bright
And vivid flame it cast,
I saw the murderer, writhing, fall;
Then closed around night's gloomy pall,
And louder moaned the blast.
THE COMBAT.
His helmet is cloven, his lance shivered lies,
His white plumes are tinged with the battle's red dyes;
In vain his bright corslet—the foe's deadly thrust
Through the links of his mail-covered body hath burst.
His white plumes are tinged with the battle's red dyes;
In vain his bright corslet—the foe's deadly thrust
Through the links of his mail-covered body hath burst.
Now yield thee, Sir Knight, fair Oneila thy bride!
Her beauty shall cheer me—her domains are wide;
Her beauty shall cheer me—her domains are wide;
