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...bottom, imitating instinctively the manner in which he had seen his angry mother rend her caps and gowns. Untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisoned. His twisted leg and foot intensified this natural irritability. The poor child suffered a...

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...became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life -were poisoned? In like manner, though in a different way, the character of Mrs. Foote, the actor's mother,...