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But when he saw the Evening star above

Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,

And hailed the last resort of fruitless love, 14.B. He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow: And as the stately vessel glided slow143 Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount, He watched the billows' melancholy flow, And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,ex More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.