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MEASURES OF VERSE
She is far | from the land | where her young | hero sleeps, And lov | ers around | her are sigh | ing;
But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps ; For her heart in his grave is 1) ing.
Note here that the first verse is the only symmetrical one in the stanza, yet the melody throughout is perfect.
There the war | rior lay stretched | in the midst | of his pride, And the bride | groom fell dead | by the corpse | of his bride Unwept was the lyre, and forsaken the lute, And the lips of the minstrel for ever was mute.
Anon. " Pompeii."
And the rose | like a nymph | to the bath | addrest, Which unveil | ed the depth | of her glow | ing breast, Till fold | after fold | to the faint | ing air The soul | of her beau | ty and love | lay bare.
I come, | I come, ! ye have call | ed me long,
I come | o'er the mount | ain with light | and song;