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And is not love in vain, Torture enough without a living tomb? .

Fermossi al fin il cor che balzò tanto. .

I. but a dream!—I saw the stag leap free, Under the boughs where early birds were singing, I stood, o'ershadow'd by the greenwood tree, And heard, it seemed, a sudden bugle ringing Far thro' a royal forest: then the fawn Shot, like a gleam of light, from grassy lawn To secret covert; and the smooth turf shook, And lilies quiver'd by the glade's lone brook,