...forbears to weep That constant love can linger on the deep. And, mark the wretch, whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard, that soothes, though...the lash of sorrow bore, But found not pity when it err'd no more. Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks—and passes...

...scarce forbears to weep That constant love can linger on the deep. And mark the wretch, whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard, that soothes, though...the lash of sorrow bore, But found not pity when it err'd no more. Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks.. ..and passes...

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...mark the wretch, whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard, lhat soothes, though half untrue, 296 Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore, But found not pity when it err'd no more. Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks — and passes...

...generally the benefit of association with a sentiment : lc And, mark the wretch, whose wanderings never " The world's regard, that soothes, though half untrue,...lash of sorrow bore, " But found not pity when it err'd no more. — — 11 Ev'n he, at evening, should he chance to stray, "' Down by the hamlet's hawthorn....

...forbears to weep That constant love can linger on the deep. And, mark the wretch, whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard, that soothes, though...the lash of sorrow bore, But found not pity when it err'd no more. Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks—and passes...

...forbears to weep That constant love can linger on the deep. And, mark the wretch, whose wand'rings oever knew The world's regard, that soothes, though half...the lash of sorrow bore, But found not pity when it err'd no more. Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks — and passes...

...the deep. And, mark the wretch, whose wand' rings never knew The world's regard, that soothes, thpugh half untrue, Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore, But found not pity when it err'd no more. You friendless man, ajt whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks—and passes...

...linger on the deep. And, mark the wretch, whose wand'rings never knew The world's regard, that sooths, though half untrue; Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore, But found not pity when it err*d no more ; Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks—and passes...

...linger on the deep. And,markthewretch, whose wanderingsnever knew The world's regard, that sooths, though half untrue, Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore, But found not pity when it err'd no more. Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye Th' unfeeling proud one looks — and passes...