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  Or where Hebrus wanders,
  Rolling in Mæanders,
    All alone,
    Unheard, unknown,
    He makes his moan;
    And calls her ghost,
  For ever, ever, ever lost!
  Now with furies surrounded,
  Despairing, confounded,
  He trembles, he glows,
  Amidst Rhodope's snows:
See, wild as the winds, o'er the desart he flies;
Hark! Hæmus resounds with the Bacchanals cries—
—Ah see, he dies!
Yet even in death Eurydice he sung,
Eurydice still trembled on his tongue,
  Eurydice the woods,
  Eurydice the floods,
Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung.