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...the grave ! Man has in heart, in hope, in all, Like Lucifer, a fate and fall! THE MIDNIGHT REVERIE. Alas ! our young affections run to waste, Or water...breathe but agonies, And trees whose gums are poison. CHILDE HAROLD. THE stars are dim, the moon is not in heaven ; And Silence, brooding, spreads his noiseless...

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...all that still remains of him, That single spot is the whole earth to me. COLERIDGE'S Wallenstein. Alas ! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert. Childe Harold. THERE went a warrior's funeral through the night, A waving of tall plumes, a ruddy light...