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For now the dark brow'd Tempest clouds the skies,
Wild Whirlwinds o'er the Sea tempestuous roar;
In all its forms Death meets his fearful eyes,
Ah! see- that wave! he sinks, to rise no more.-
Thus smiles Lifes early morn when fancy cheats,
Hopes magic pencil paints the lively scene;
And still the charmful fluttering song repeats,
And artful veils the Woes that rise between.
Sudden! in unresisted rage they come,
Hope sprouts her many color'd wings and flies;
Slaves to Despair, we meet at once our doom,
And thrown from Happiness, no more we rise.-
Carisbrook Castle Sep 22d 1795
Ye solemn Towers, majestic Ruins hail!
As near your waste magnificence I rove,
I hear wild Fancy's voice upon the gale,
And Fancy fills with shades the dark brown grove.
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