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 Can I endure the pangs of fruitless flame For thee." He tried to speak, bue auger choked His breath, and, muttering something, "Die than slip From right." He moved to walk away; but she Caught Sarang by his cloak, which he, in haste To fly, left in her grasp, and through the park Over flower and plant like whirlwind passed and climbed The garden wall and jumped down. And there With sweep majestic flowed Godavary's streem. He stood a moment on its bank, while rolled Within his brain, like to a horrid dream, The events late. A moment cast a crazy look Upon the stream below, and, as if it were Oblivion's flood, dashed in to the river and reached The other shore.

The noon was far advanced; the monarch left The tents, and sought where freshening to the eye The forest trees a shady bower made. Wearied with morning's mirth, all nature sank to rest And not the slightest stir was there, save where The streamlet gurgled over the distant slope, And butterflies, like the spirits of the wood, among The foliage moved. And there he laid him down Upon the grass, and wearied with the chase Soon sunk to sleep and dreamt. "It was moonlight

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