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      I sought their cottage near the wood : No cot was there ! Where it had srttpod , Weeds and the thorn-set Vrambie flower * , Fain , t glistening with the cold dew showers ,

      Were wash'd anew by scalding tears , BiUer'd witii gall distill'd from years ! Vam « nef ^—BO more ! I sped me straight , JHtjuigntyfromwretchedness so gTeat , Atttd tower ed before the tyrant ' s gate ; Delora !

      Oh , grievous world ! Oh , truth and right I Integrity , where is thy might ? Riches and rank , titles and fear , Oppress our life—scoff at our bier !

      His vassals seiz'd me , beat me down , And chain'd me—chain'd me , flesh and bone ! Oh , for the thews of Samson gone 1 But I ne ' er felt my power was flown ; Delora !

      Fainting with wounds , thought ' s sharper pangs , Darkness and thirst and hunger ' s fangs , They bore me to a ship , and soon The sea and sky , and sun and moon , Were all we saw , until again , With aching heart and aching brain , I was a slave , and wore a chain I Delora !

      I curs'd not men or stars , but finxr Bore the unutterable wrong . My arnr Was oft uplifted in my dreams ; It fell—and chaos utter'd screams I But manhood quiet rul'd the day . Ere two years' patience held its sway , I fled , and dash d my chain away ; Delora I

      Again upon the wild sea-shore I stood : my full heart was all core , All passion , love and stern resolve-Let time spin on , let suns revolve , I change not- At the palace gkies My boar-spear smote its iron plates : " Tell him—Andrea Como watts f " Delora 1

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      Or , the Passion of Andrea Cbmo * - — 7 SU ^

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1836, page 721, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2664/page/5/