Date: 1817
"When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, / And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; / Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, / And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head."
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Date: 1817
"Stay! an inward frown / Of conscience bids me be more calm awhile."
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Date: 1818
"Now I have tasted her sweet soul to the core / All other depths are shallow."
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Date: 1822
"That he may stray league after league some great birthplace to find / And keep his vision clear from speck, his inward sight unblind. "
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