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by his fide. What could flie fay?
what could (he do? her complaints
were many and vain. She opened this
grave for the warriors ; and fell into it
herfelf, before it was clofed ; like the
fun fnatched away in a ilorm.
Thou haft heard this tale of grief,
O fair daughter of the ifles! Rivine
was fair as thyfelf : flied on her grave a
tear.

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