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...in Dejection near Naples," it would seem as if the poet had a secret presentiment of his own death. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Alas ! the coming event had indeed cast its shadow before. The fatal catastrophe was made known to...

...star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noon -tide ocean Is flashing round roe, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet!...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...

...heart now share in my emotion. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, And walked with inward glory crowned— Nor fame,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...

...wealth The sage in meditation found, And walk'd with inward glory crown'd — Nor fame, nor pow'r, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround,...might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My check grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament...

...crown'd -— Nor fame , nor power , nor love , nor leisure : Others I see whom these surround , — Yet now despair itself is mild , Even as the winds...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 5. Some might lament that I were cold , As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart , too...

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...that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found, And walk'd with inward glory crown'd — Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, loo soon...

...sweet ! did any heart now share hi my emotion. Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace withiu nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...