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MOINA.
MOINA.
Full fifty nights have cast their gloom around me
⟨Since⟩ first the hated Saxon tore me trembling
⟨From⟩ parents, kindred, and a much lov'd land—
⟨Yet⟩ loss of parents, kindred, and my country
⟨Scarce⟩ move a soul opprest with keener grief;
⟨In⟩ the loud strife of arms, in fields of blood,
⟨My⟩ Carril fiercely fighting for his Moina
⟨Fell⟩—fell by Harold's arm, and smiling hope
⟨For⟩ ever fled my breast—here, here he lives,
Full fifty nights have cast their gloom around me
⟨Since⟩ first the hated Saxon tore me trembling
⟨From⟩ parents, kindred, and a much lov'd land—
⟨Yet⟩ loss of parents, kindred, and my country
⟨Scarce⟩ move a soul opprest with keener grief;
⟨In⟩ the loud strife of arms, in fields of blood,
⟨My⟩ Carril fiercely fighting for his Moina
⟨Fell⟩—fell by Harold's arm, and smiling hope
⟨For⟩ ever fled my breast—here, here he lives,
And