...think less wildly: I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame:...springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too late ! Yet am I chang'd ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time can not abate, And feed on bitter...

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...In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, nnthaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too late! Yet am I chang'd ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time can not abate, And feed on bitter...

...less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame...changed; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time can not abate, And feed on bitter fruits without accusing Fate. VIII. Something too...

...think less wildly' : I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame...in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisou'd. 'Tis too late I Yetam|l chang'd ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time...

...Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and oerwronght, A whirling golf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth...my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. Tk too late ! Yet am I changed; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time can not...

...that he knew not how to direct his steps aright ; for which, however, he assigns this cogent reason, " Untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisoned." CHAPTER XIV. Marloc and Lord Byron compared. — Account of the dramatic Poem of " Manfred"...

...murmured a short blessing, and bending his head with much of dignity and grace, passed on. CHAPTER IV. Yet am I changed, though still enough the same In strength to bear what time cannot abate, And feed on bitter fruits, without accusing fate. LORD BTROK. BERTHA could...

...that he knew not how to direct his steps aright ; for which, however, he assigns this cogent reason, " Untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poUonsd." CHAPTER XIV. Marloe and Lord Byron compared. — Account of the dramatic Poem of " Manfred"...

...: VIL Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my hrain heeame, In its own eddy hoiling and o'erwrought, A whirling...springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too late ! Yet am 1 changed ; though still enough the same In strength to hear what time eannot ahate, And feed on hitter...