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 �MIISCELLAN IOUS POEMY. TO THE WINDS. O v. wild winds, that rave around, And shake the tree, and sweep the hill; I love your feeling, aml your sound, Ye suit a spirit wilder still, And Fancy has her tresses cast More loosely on your billosy blast. Oh, that ye whiten'd now .the wave, And rapidly impelI'd the sail, Which bore me to some lonely cave, On some far shore sweet Pace to-hail ! I wish to fly--I know not where--- But restless are thy thoughts, Despair ! Oh, that with that resistless force, Which shakes the earth, and rives the main, Ye could uproot deep--deep Remorse, And whelm the wrecks of woe and pain; Hurl Memory from her tyrant throne, And leave what childhood loved alone ! ......... Google

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