Imatges de pÓgina
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Early Poems

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HY dewy looks sink in my breast; Thy gentle words stir poison there;

Thou hast disturbed the only rest That was the portion of despair! Subdued to Duty's hard control,

I could have borne my wayward lot: The chains that bind this ruined soul

Had cankered then- but crushed it not.

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