How darkly o`er yon far-off mountain frowns The gather`d tempest! from that lurid cloud The deep-voiced thunders roll, aweful and loud Tho` distant; while upon the misty downs Fast falls in shadowy streaks the pelting rain. I never saw so terrible a storm! Perhaps some way-worn traveller in vain Wraps his torn raiment round his shivering form Cold even as Hope within him! I the while Pause me in sadness tho` the sunbeams smile Cheerily round me. Ah that thus my lot Might be with Peace and Solitude assign`d, Where I might from some little quiet cot, Sigh for the crimes and miseries of mankind!SourceThe script ran 0.008 seconds.
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