...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" — Origin...

...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"...

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...feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth. VII. Yet must I think less wildly : I hâve thought Too long and darkly , till my brain became , In its own eddy boiling and o'erwronght , A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : Aud thus, untanght in youth my heart to tame...

...And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feel ings'd earth. VII. Yet must I think less wildly :—[ have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became,...in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'T is too late! Yet am I changed; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time...

...spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my cmsh'd feelings' dearth/. VII. Yet most I think less wildly: — I have thought Too long and...untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of tife were poison'd. 'Tis too late .' Yet am I chang'd ; though still enough the same In strength to...

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...self-wounding reflection which our poet has so forcibly described in his own burning language: " —— I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain...o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame ;"— —in stoop, in short, to the realities of life; repent if we have offended, and pardon if, we...

...self-wounding reflection which our poet has so forcibly described in his own burning language : " i I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy, boiling and o'erwronght, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame ;" — — to stoop, in short, to the realities...

...ith thy spirit, blended with lliy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush' d feelings Hra VII. Yet must I think less wildly: — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In iK own eddy boiling and <> crwrought, A w hirling gulf of phantasy -ind llame: And thus, untaught in...