Date: 1818
"And then in quiet circles did they press / The hillock turf, and caught the latter end / Of some strange history, potent to send / A young mind from its bodily tenement."
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Date: 1818
"Great Muse, thou know'st what prison, / Of flesh and bone, curbs, and confines, and frets / Our spirit's wings."
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Date: 1818
Thought may be wooed "to steal about the labyrinth in the soul"
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