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BOOK THE FOURTH.
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How from a doting mother he had come 360In arms array'd."Thou wakest in my mindA thought that makes me sad," the youth replied, "For Elinor wept much at my resolve,And eloquent with all a mother's fears,Urg'd me to leave her not. My wayward heart 365Smote me as I look'd back and saw her waveAdieu! but high in hope I soon beguil'd These melancholy feelings by the thoughtThat we should both return to cheer her age,Thy mission well fulfill'd, and quit no more 370The copse-embosom'd cottage."But the Maid Soon started from her dream of happiness, For on her memory flash'd the flaming pile. A death-like paleness at the dreadful thoughts Wither'd her cheek; the dews on her cold brow. 375Started, and on the arm of Theodore Feeble and faint she hung. His eager eye

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