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Short greeting past; read All that the pale lip left unsaid; On the wan brow, in the dimm'd eye, The whole of youth's despondency, Which at the first shock it has known Deems its whole world of hope o'erthrown. And it was fix'd, that at Marseilles, Where the fleet waited favouring gales, should join the warrior train, Leagued 'gainst the infidels of Spain.

They parted:—Over thought Came sadness mingled too with shame; When suddenly his memory brought The long forgotten name. Oh! Love is like the mountain tide, Sweeping away all things beside,