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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song. Despair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ask not the pallid stranger's woe,<br>With beating heart and throbbing breast,<br>Whose step is faltering, weak, and slow,<br>As though the body needed rest.--</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Whose 'wildered eye no object meets, <br>Nor cares to ken a friendly glance,<br>With silent grief his bosom beats,--<br>Now fixed, as in a deathlike trance.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who looks around with fearful eye,<br>And shuns all converse with man kind, <br>As though some one his griefs might spy,<br>And soothe them with a kindred mind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A friend or foe to him the same,<br>He looks on each with equal eye;<br>The difference lies but in the name, <br>To none for comfort can he fly.--</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Twas deep despair, and sorrow’s trace,<br>To him too keenly given,<br>Whose memory, time could not efface--<br>His peace was lodged in Heaven.--</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He looks on all this world bestows,<br>The pride and pomp of power,<br>As trifles best for pageant shows<br>Which vanish in an hour.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When torn is dear affection's tie,<br>Sinks the soft heart full low;<br>It leaves without a parting sigh,<br>All that these realms bestow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">JUNE, 1810.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a></strong></div>

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