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2. I've seen, 'mid sculptured pride, the tomb
Where heroes slept, in silent gloom, Unconscious of their fame;
Those who, with laurel'd honors crowned,
Among their foes spread terror round,
And gain'd an empty name!
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3. I've seen, in death's dark palace laid,
The ruins of a beauteous maid,
Cadaverous and pale!
That maiden, who, while life remained,
O'er rival charms in triumph reigned
The mistress of the vale.
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4. I've seen, where dungeon damps abide,
A youth, admired in manhood's pride,
In morbid fancy rave;
He, who, in reason's happier day,
Was virtuous, witty, nobly gay,
Learn'd, generous and brave.
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5. Nor dome, nor tower in twilight shade,
Nor hero fallen, nor beauteous maid,
To ruin all consigned, --
Can with such pathos touch my breast,
As (on the maniac's form impressed)
The ruins of the mind!
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Tecumseh Humboldt, having spoken this extract from Selleck Osborn, of Del., Major Bell, Col. Duke, Bob and Tecumseh exchange salutations and separate.
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