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Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.
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There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
We live by Admiration, Hope and Love.
For by superior energies; more strict Affiance in each other; faith more firm In their unhallowed principles; the bad Have fairly earned a …
I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To whi…
Society became my glittering bride.
One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.
The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!
Spires whose 'silent finger points to heaven.'
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