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'Tis said, that some have died for love:

And here and there a church-yard grave is found

In the cold North's unhallow'd ground,

Because the wretched man himself had slain,

His love was such a grievous pain.

And there is one whom I five years have known;

He dwells alone

Upon Helvellyn's side.

He loved——The pretty Barbara died,

And thus he makes his moan:

Three years had Barbara in her grave been laid

When thus his moan he made.