Quote #81

Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!

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  1. There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
  2. Farewell! For in that word, that fatal word,-howe'er We promise, hope, believe,-there breathes despair.
  3. Such hath it been - shall be - beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one!
  4. No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
  5. The power of thought,-the magic of the mind!
  6. He left a corsair's name to other times, Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
  7. She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
  8. She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her…

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