d each is tortured in his separate hell- we are crowded in our solitudes my, but each divided by the wall, ich echoes Madness in her babbling moods ;ile all can hear, none heed his neighbour's callne! save that One, the veriest wretch of all, o was not made to be the mate of these, r bound between Distraction and Disease. el I not wroth with those who placed me here? o have debased me in the minds of men, Darring me the usage of my own, ghting my life in best of its career, anding my thoughts as things to shun and fear? uld I not pay them back these pangs again, d teach them inward sorrow's stifled groan? e struggle to be calm, and cold distress, ich undermines our Stoical success? !-still too proud to be vindictive-I ve pardon'd princes' insults, and would die. s, Sister of my Sovereign! for thy sake eed all bitterness from out my breast, math no business where thou art a guest; y V. Look on a love which knows not to despair, nd in that sweet severity there was something which all softness did surpassknow not how-thy genius master'd miney star stood still before thee:-if it were resumptuous thus to love without design, hat sad fatality hath cost me dear; ut thou art dearest still, and I should be And look to thee with undivided breast, t is no marvel-from my very birth My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth; Of objects all inanimate I made Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers, And such a truant boy would end in woe, And then they smote me, and I did not weep, Absorb'd in thine-the world was past away- VII. I loved all solitude-but little thought bier. hat though he perish, he may lift his eye nd with a dying glance upbraid the skywill not raise my own in such reproof, Ithough 'tis clouded by my dungeon roof. et do I feel at times my mind decline, ut with a sense of its decay :-I see nwonted lights along my prison shine, nd a strange demon, who is vexing me ith pilfering pranks and petty pains, below he feeling of the healthful and the free; at much to One, who long hath suffer'd so, ckness of heart, and narrowness of place, nd all that may be borne, or can debase. hought mine enemies had been but man, at spirits may be leagued with them-all Earth bandons-Heaven forgets me;-in the dearth such defence the Powers of Evil can, may be, tempt me further, and prevail gainst the outworn creature they assail. hy in this furnace is my spirit proved ke steel in tempering fire? because I loved? cause I loved what not to love, and see, as more or less than mortal, and than me. |