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FREDERIC.

Time Night. Scene the Woods.

Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bendMy weary way? thus worn with toil and faint,How thro' the thorny mazes of this woodAttain my distant dwelling? that deep cryThat rings along the forest seems to soundMy parting knell: it is the midnight howlOf hungry monsters prowling for their prey!Again! oh save me—save me gracious Heaven;I am not fit to die!Thou coward wretchWhy heaves thy trembling heart? why shake thy limbsBeneath their palsied burden? is there oughtSo lovely in existence? would'st thou drainEven to its dregs the bitter draught of life?
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