Poems . Over a sunken- rock, with a sudden plunge. — Page 288. OR, THE BATTLE OF THE BARDS. 289 Of passion, that fell Hurricane that sweptElizabeth to her doom, and left her nowA helmless hull upon the savage seasOf life, without an aim, to float forlorn. Longwhile, still shuddering from the shock that jarredThe bases of her being, piteous wreckOf ruined hopes, upon her couch she lay,Of life and time oblivious, all her miud,Locked in a rigid agon} of grief.Clasping, convulsed, its unwept woe ; her heartWrithing and riven ; and her burthened brainBlind with the weight of tears that would not fl

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Poems . Over a sunken- rock, with a sudden plunge. — Page 288. OR, THE BATTLE OF THE BARDS. 289 Of passion, that fell Hurricane that sweptElizabeth to her doom, and left her nowA helmless hull upon the savage seasOf life, without an aim, to float forlorn. Longwhile, still shuddering from the shock that jarredThe bases of her being, piteous wreckOf ruined hopes, upon her couch she lay, Of life and time oblivious, all her miud, Locked in a rigid agon} of grief.Clasping, convulsed, its unwept woe ; her heartWrithing and riven ; and her burthened brainBlind with the weight of tears that would not flow.But when, at last, the healing hand of TimeHad wrought repair upon her shattered frame ;And those unskilled physicians of the mind —Importunate, fond friends, a host of kin —Drew her perforce from solitude, she passedBack to the world, and walked its weary waysWith dull mechanic motions, such as makeA mockery of life. Yet gave she never.By weeping or b} wailing, outward signOf that great inward