| My heart is wasted with my woe, Oriana
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| There is no rest for me below, Oriana
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| When long dun wolds are ribb’d with snow
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| And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow
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| Alone I wander to and fro, Oriana
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| In the yew-wood black as night, Oriana
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| Ere I rode into the fight, Oriana
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| While blissful tears blinded my sight
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| By star-shine and by moonlight
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| I to thee my troth did plight, Oriana
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| She stood upon the castle wall, Oriana
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| She watch’d my crest among them all, Oriana
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| She saw me fight, she heard me call
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| When forth there stept a foeman tall
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| Atween me and the castle wall, Oriana
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| The bitter arrow went aside, Oriana
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| The false, false arrow went aside, Oriana
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| The damned arrow glanced aside
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| And pierced thy heart my love my bride
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| Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride, Oriana
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| They should have stabb’d me where I lay, Oriana!
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| How could I rise and come away, Oriana?
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| How could I look upon the day?
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| They should have stabb’d me where I lay
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| They should have trod me into clay, Oriana |