n i have my fears—
dissolve in pause, aimental tears;
with den sighs, and solemn-rounded sentence,
rouse from his sluggish slumbers, fell repentance;
paint vengeance as he takes his horrid stand,
waving on high the desoting brand,
calling the storms to bear him o'er a guilty nd?”
i could no more—askahe creature eyeing,
“d'ye think,” said i, “this face was made f?
i'll ugh, that's poz-nay more, the world shall know it;
and so, your servant! gloomy master poet!”
firm as my creed, sirs, 'tis my fix'd belief,
that misery's another word fri
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