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Here by steep paths he led the maid perforce Adown the cliff amid the seamew’s wail. Terrific were the perils of their course, And Isabel with sobs outsighed the gale. Oh, dire to see that beauty lorn and pale! At length so difficult the rude descent, That in his arms he lifted her;--no jail She dreaded like those arms, and shuddering bent Away and shrieked, but none to aid the maiden went.