Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar! And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round! On the rent rock the angry waves rebound; Ah me! the less`ning bark is seen no more! Along the margin of the trembling shore, Loud as the blast my frantic cries shall sound, My storm-drench`d limbs the flinty fragments wound, And o`er my bleeding breast the billows pour! Phaon! return! ye winds, O! waft the strain To his swift bark; ye barb`rous waves forbear! Taunt not the anguish of a lover`s brain, Nor feebly emulate the soul`s despair! For howling winds, and foaming seas, in vain Assail the breast, when passion rages there!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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