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...if " it fling forgetfulness around him ; ' and thus continues to advert to his own state of mind : " He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, CEIT. REV. VOL. IV. Nov. 1816. 3 S So thai no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love, or sorrow, fame,...

...theme," if " it fling forgetfulness around him;' and thus continues to advert to his own state of mind: " He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of lite, CHIT. REV. VOL. IV. AW 1816. 3 S So that no wonder waits him; nor below Can love, or sorrow,...

...with 'sufficient attention two stanzas at the beginning, of Childe Harold, Canto Third. * He, wh» grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years,...again with the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance ; he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images, and shapes which dwell...

...stanzas at the beginning of Childe Harold, CsntoThjrd.. " He, who grown aged in this «n>rfct«f wo«i In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life....again with the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance; he can tellWhy thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet.rife. With airy images, and shapes which dwell...

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...fling Forgetfulness around me — it shall seem To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme. V. He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds,...again with the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance : he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images, and shapes which dwell...

...Forgetfulness around me— it shall seem To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme. Y. • He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds,...not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wander waits him ; nor below Can love, or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife, Cut to his heart again with...

...seem To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme. V. He, who grown aged in this world of wo, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waitsftim ; nor helow Can love, or sorrow, fame, amhition, strife, Cut to his heart again with the...