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首页Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other PoemsTHE CONVICT.

THE CONVICT.

        t;

        --On tain I stood;

        precedes t

        Rang loud the meadow and wood.

        "And must    from a d;

        In t I said,

        And uro repair

        to t is laid.

        t oerse

        Resound; and the dungeons unfold:

        I pause; and at lengte,

        t outcast of pity behold.

        ted ,

        And deep is th,

        And edfast deje ent

        O link o death.

        tis saze.

        t body dismissd from his care;

        Yet my fancy o , and pourtrays

        More terrible images there.

        his bones are ed, and his life-blood is dried,

        it to undo;

        And    oerwhelm him, descried,

        Still blas and grows on his view.

        he dark synod, or blood-reeking ?eld,

        to he monarch is led,

        All soot virtue shall yield,

        And quietness pillow his head.

        But if grief, self-ed, in oblivion would doze,

        And sce ortures appease,

        Mid tumult and uproar t repose;

        In tless vault of disease.

        ters at night have so pressd on his limbs,

        t t o longer be borne,

        If, while a half-slumber his memory bedims,

        tc surn,

        iff    the dull king ,

        From ts of art

        A tures of cold-sing pain,

        And terror s .

        But now he half-raises his deep-sunken eye,

        And tion ules a tear;

        t seems to supply,

        And asks of me why I am here.

        "Poor victim! no idle intruder ood

        "itate to pare,

        "But one, w wiso be good,

        "Is e as a broto share.

        "At ture resign,

        "tues proud mout be a stain,

        "My care, if ty were mine,

        "ould plant t tst blossom again."
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