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...place of agony and strife, Where, for some sin, to Sorrow I was cast, To act and suffer. LORD BYRON. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract...The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite : a feeling and a love, That had no need of a...

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...place of agony and strife, Where, for some sin, to Sorrow I was cast, To act and suffer. LORD BYRON. I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract...The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite : a feeling and a love, That had no need of a...