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BOOK THE FOURTH
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Rush'd the warm purple to the Virgin's cheek. 285"I am alone" she answer'd, "for this realmDevoted." Nor to answer more the maidEndur'd; for many a melancholy thoughtThrong'd on her aching memory. Her mind's eyeBeheld Domremi and the fields of Arc: 290She gaz'd amid the air with such sad look,Yet such sweet solacing of self-applause,As he the virtuous exile feels, who, driven[1]By "that dark Vizier" from his native land,[2]Roams on the sea beach, while the roaring waves 295Rocking his senses, break upon the shore.Lost in sad dreams his distant home he sees,His friends, and haply too an aged MotherThat weeps for him in bitterness of heart.All, all he loved fond fancy sees again, 300Till the big tear-drop rushes o'er its orb,And drowns the soft enchantment.By the hand

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  1. ↑ Line 293 Thomas Muir.
  2. ↑ Line 294 Though roused by that dark Vizier, Riot rude, &c. Coleridge's Poems.
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