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In vain Lord William sought the feast In vain he quaff'd the bowl,And strove with noisy mirth to drown The anguish of his soul.
The tempest as its sudden swell In gusty howlings came,With cold and death-like feelings seem'd To thrill his shuddering frame.
Reluctant now, as night came on, His lonely couch he prest,And wearied out, he sunk to sleep, To sleep, but not to rest.
Beside that couch his brother's form Lord Edmund seem'd to stand,Such and so pale as when in death He grasp'd his brother's hand;
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