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...feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth. VII. Yet must I think less wildly: — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became,...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...

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...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 not leave...