How changed is here each spot man makes or fills
In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village street its haunted mansion lacks, And from the sign is gone Sibylla's name, And from the roofs the twisted chimney-stacks— Are ye too cha...
When faint and sad o'er sorrow's desert
Slow journeys onward poor misfortune's child;
When fades each lovely form by fancy drest,
And inly pines the self-consuming breast;(No scourge of scorpions in thy right arm dread
Chill penury repress'd his noble rage,
And froze the genial current of his soul
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