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Spangling the wave with lights as vain
As pleasures in the vale of pain,
That dazzle as they fade.
The Lord of the Isles (1815)
O! many a shaft at random sent
Finds mark the archer little meant!
And many a word, at random spoken,
May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
The Lord of the Isles (1815)
In man's most dark extremity
Oft succour dawns from Heaven.
The Lord of the Isles (1815)
Randolph, thy wreath has lost a rose.
The Lord of the Isles (1815)
The wind breath'd soft as lover's sigh,
And, oft renew'd, seem'd oft to die,
With breathless pause between,
O who, with speech of war and woes,
Would wish to break the soft repose
Of such enchanting scene!
The Lord of the Isles (1815)