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...a longing like despair Is to their farthest caverns sent ; — For surely once, they feel, we were Parts of a single continent. Now round us spreads the watery plain, Oh, might our marges meet again.1 ' Who order' d that their longing's fire Should be, as soon as kindled, cool'd ? Who renders...

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...are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens, on starry nights, The nightingales divinely sing, And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the...caverns sent ; — For surely once, they feel we were Parts of a single continent. Now round us spreads the watery plain — Oh might our marges meet again...

...are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens, on starry nights, The nightingales divinely sing ; And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the...caverns sent ; For surely once, they feel we were Parts of a single continent. Now round us spread the watery plain — Oh ! might our marges meet again...

...they are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens on starry nights The nightingales divinely sing, And lovely notes from shore to shore Across the sounds...caverns sent ; — For surely once, they feel, we were Parts of a single continent. Now round us spreads the watery plain — Oh, might our marges meet again...

...they are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens on starry nights The nightingales divinely sing, And lovely notes from shore to shore Across the sounds and channels pour; Is to their farthest caverns sent; • Oh, then a longing like despair, —For surely once, they feel,...