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the oars on the rocking tide. A maid fits so | beside the rock, and eyes the rolling stream, Her lover promised to come. She saw his boat, when yet it was light , on the lake. Is this his broken boat on the shore; Are these his soil. on the wind? - - . , Hark! the hail rattles around. The flaky snow * descends. The tops of the hills are white. The - tormy winds abate. Various is the night and cold; receive me, my friends, from night, , , , - o * H. . - of , o Fourth BARD. ::, ... - Night is calm and fair; blue, starry, settled is night. The winds , with the clouds, are gone. - They fink behind the hill. The moon is up on the mountain. Trees glitter ; streams shine on the rock. Bright rolls the settled ake; bright the

itream of the vale.

I see the trees overturned ; the shocks of corn on the plain. The wakeful hind rebuilds the shocks, and whistles on the distant field,

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King of spears! he said, my son has not fallen without his fame. The young warrior did not fly; but met death, as he went for

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ward in his strength. Happy are they who die is

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smile at their trembling hands. Their memory

shall be honoured in the song; the young tear of the virgin falls. But the aged wither away, by degrees, and the fame of their youth begins

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round the shells of joy. Suspend a hundred tapers on high. Youths and maids, begin the dance.

Let some gray bard be near me, to tell the deeds

of other times; of kings renowned in our land, of chiefs we behold no more. Thus let the night pass, until morning shall, appear in our halls. Then let the bow be at hand , the dogs, the youths of the chace. We shall ascend the hill with day; and awake the deer.

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to be forgot. They fall in secret; the figh of their son is not heard. Joy is around their tomb; and the stone of their fame is placed without a tear. Happy are they who die in youth, when their renown is around them!

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