Do each the other’s griefs exasperate.

Thou, loving, from thy grief hadst taken out

Its worst—for who is captive or a slave

But He, who from that dungeon and foul grave,

His own dark soul, refuses to come forth

Into the light and liberty above?

Or whom may we call wretched on this earth

Save only him who has left off to love?

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FROM THE SPANISH.

Who ever such adventure yet,

Who

Or a like delight has known,

To that which Count Arnaldo met

On the morning of St. John?

He had gone forth beside the sea,

With his falcon on his hand,

And saw a pinnace fast and free,

That was making to the land.{50}

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