...still with theo in my crush'd feelings' dearth. VI. VII. Yet must I think less wildly : — I hitrc thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy l*>iling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart...

...self-wounding reflection which our poet has so forcibly described in his own burning language : — • 1 have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its OWH eddy, boiling ando'erwrought, A whirling guif of phantasy and flame* — to stoop, in short, to...

...feoling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth. VI. vn. Yet must I think less wildly : — I hare thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own oddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my...

...spirit, hlended with thy hirth, And feelmg still with thee in mv rrush'd feelings' dearth. v. VII. Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my hrain hecame. In its own eddy hoiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And...

...thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth. VH. Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought...in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too late ! Yet am I changed; though still enough the- same In strength to bear what...

...Vet must I think less wildly : — 1 hare thought ex. Too long and darkly, till my brain became, b In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, * A whirling...in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too late ! C. Yet am I changed ; though still enough the sam4 *o In strength to bear...

...tendu ici, comme en lui-même; la vaste strophe roule em1. Yet must I think less wildly : — I hâve thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became In its own eddy boiling and o'er wrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and (lame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to lame,...

...thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became In ils own eddy builing and o'er wrought, A wlfirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to lame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too late! Yet I am changea ; though still enough the same...

...à répéter ses propres cris. Tout est tendu ici, comme en lui-même; la vaste strophe roule emYet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, tilt my brain became In ils own eddy builing and o'er wrought , A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame...

...thy spirit, blended with thy bilth, Ana feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings' dearth. VII. Yet must I think less wildly ! — I have thought...in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too lato ! Yet am I changed ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what...