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Post by Pacifica on Mar 27, 2024 8:19:08 GMT
charm
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kizolk
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Post by kizolk on Mar 27, 2024 11:11:29 GMT
Correct. Do you guys agree with the "perceived quality" thing? It may have been unnecessarily confusing and dubious. |
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Post by Pacifica on Mar 27, 2024 11:48:49 GMT
I think your description made sense.
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Post by Pacifica on Mar 27, 2024 12:06:26 GMT
MANFRED
Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle attributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart’s grief—
But—to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties;
If I had such, they seemed not such to me—
Yet there was One——
WITCH
Spare not thyself—proceed.
MANFRED
She was like me in _______—her eyes—
Her hair—her _______—all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But _______ all, and tempered into _______:
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the Universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;
And tenderness—but that I had for her;
_______—and that I _______ _______.
Her _______ were mine—her _______ were her own—
I loved her, and destroyed her!
WITCH
With thy hand?
MANFRED
Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;
I saw—and could not stanch it.
WITCH
And for this—
A being of the race thou dost despise—
The order, which thine own would rise above,
Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego
The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink’st back
To recreant mortality——Away!
MANFRED
Daughter of _______! I tell thee, since that hour—
But words are _______—look on me in my sleep,
Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!
My solitude is solitude no more,
But peopled with the _______;—I have _______
My _______ in darkness till returning morn,
Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed
For madness as a blessing—’tis denied me.
I have affronted Death—but in the war
Of elements the waters shrunk from me,
And fatal things passed _______; the cold hand
Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,
Back by a single hair, which would not break.
In Fantasy, Imagination, all
The affluence of my soul—which one day was
A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,
But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back
Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.
I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness
I sought in all, save where ’tis to be found—
And that I have to learn—my Sciences,
My long pursued and superhuman art,
Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—
And live—and live for ever.
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kizolk
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Post by kizolk on Mar 27, 2024 18:54:20 GMT
MANFRED
Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle attributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart’s grief—
But—to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties;
If I had such, they seemed not such to me—
Yet there was One——
WITCH
Spare not thyself—proceed.
MANFRED
She was like me in everything—her eyes—
Her hair—her skin—all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But _______ all, and tempered into beauty:
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the Universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;
And tenderness—but that I had for her;
_______—and that I _______ _______.
Her _______ were mine—her _______ were her own—
I loved her, and destroyed her!
WITCH
With thy hand?
MANFRED
Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;
I saw—and could not stanch it.
WITCH
And for this—
A being of the race thou dost despise—
The order, which thine own would rise above,
Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego
The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink’st back
To recreant mortality——Away!
MANFRED
Daughter of Earth! I tell thee, since that hour—
But words are vain—look on me in my sleep,
Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!
My solitude is solitude no more,
But peopled with the _______;—I have wished
My death in darkness till returning morn,
Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed
For madness as a blessing—’tis denied me.
I have affronted Death—but in the war
Of elements the waters shrunk from me,
And fatal things passed _______; the cold hand
Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,
Back by a single hair, which would not break.
In Fantasy, Imagination, all
The affluence of my soul—which one day was
A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,
But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back
Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.
I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness
I sought in all, save where ’tis to be found—
And that I have to learn—my Sciences,
My long pursued and superhuman art,
Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—
And live—and live for ever.
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Post by Pacifica on Mar 27, 2024 19:24:11 GMT
MANFRED
Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle attributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart’s grief—
But—to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties;
If I had such, they seemed not such to me—
Yet there was One——
WITCH
Spare not thyself—proceed.
MANFRED
She was like me in _______—her eyes—
Her hair—her _______—all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But _______ all, and tempered into beauty:
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the Universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;
And tenderness—but that I had for her;
_______—and that I _______ _______.
Her _______ were mine—her _______ were her own—
I loved her, and destroyed her!
WITCH
With thy hand?
MANFRED
Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;
I saw—and could not stanch it.
WITCH
And for this—
A being of the race thou dost despise—
The order, which thine own would rise above,
Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego
The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink’st back
To recreant mortality——Away!
MANFRED
Daughter of _______! I tell thee, since that hour—
But words are _______—look on me in my sleep,
Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!
My solitude is solitude no more,
But peopled with the _______;—I have _______
My _______ in darkness till returning morn,
Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed
For madness as a blessing—’tis denied me.
I have affronted Death—but in the war
Of elements the waters shrunk from me,
And fatal things passed _______; the cold hand
Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,
Back by a single hair, which would not break.
In Fantasy, Imagination, all
The affluence of my soul—which one day was
A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,
But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back
Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.
I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness
I sought in all, save where ’tis to be found—
And that I have to learn—my Sciences,
My long pursued and superhuman art,
Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—
And live—and live for ever.
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Post by kizolk on Mar 28, 2024 12:33:07 GMT
MANFRED
Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle attributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart’s grief—
But—to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties;
If I had such, they seemed not such to me—
Yet there was One——
WITCH
Spare not thyself—proceed.
MANFRED
She was like me in _______ (all the words I can think of either have the wrong stress pattern or syllable count, this is annoying)—her eyes—
Her hair—her cheeks/nose/mouth/lips/mind—all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But fairer (too redundant probably) all, and tempered into beauty:
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the Universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;
And tenderness—but that I had for her;
_______—and that I _______ her(self)/hers/me/mine/myself.
Her flaws/faults were mine—her _______ were her own—
I loved her, and destroyed her!
WITCH
With thy hand?
MANFRED
Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;
I saw—and could not stanch it.
WITCH
And for this—
A being of the race thou dost despise—
The order, which thine own would rise above,
Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego
The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink’st back
To recreant mortality——Away!
MANFRED
Daughter of _______! I tell thee, since that hour—
But words are frail/weak—look on me in my sleep,
Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!
My solitude is solitude no more,
But peopled with the dead;—I have _______
My fate in darkness till returning morn,
Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed
For madness as a blessing—’tis denied me.
I have affronted Death—but in the war
Of elements the waters shrunk from me,
And fatal things passed harmless (probably doesn't work); the cold hand
Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,
Back by a single hair, which would not break.
In Fantasy, Imagination, all
The affluence of my soul—which one day was
A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,
But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back
Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.
I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness
I sought in all, save where ’tis to be found—
And that I have to learn—my Sciences,
My long pursued and superhuman art,
Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—
And live—and live for ever.
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Post by Pacifica on Mar 28, 2024 13:24:39 GMT
MANFRED
Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle attributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart’s grief—
But—to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties;
If I had such, they seemed not such to me—
Yet there was One——
WITCH
Spare not thyself—proceed.
MANFRED
She was like me in _______—her eyes—
Her hair—her _______—all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But _______ all, and tempered into beauty:
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the Universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;
And tenderness—but that I had for her;
_______—and that I _______ _______.
Her faults were mine—her _______ were her own—
I loved her, and destroyed her!
WITCH
With thy hand?
MANFRED
Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;
I saw—and could not stanch it.
WITCH
And for this—
A being of the race thou dost despise—
The order, which thine own would rise above,
Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego
The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink’st back
To recreant mortality——Away!
MANFRED
Daughter of _______! I tell thee, since that hour—
But words are _______—look on me in my sleep,
Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!
My solitude is solitude no more,
But peopled with the _______;—I have _______
My _______ in darkness till returning morn,
Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed
For madness as a blessing—’tis denied me.
I have affronted Death—but in the war
Of elements the waters shrunk from me,
And fatal things passed harmless; the cold hand
Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,
Back by a single hair, which would not break.
In Fantasy, Imagination, all
The affluence of my soul—which one day was
A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,
But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back
Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.
I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness
I sought in all, save where ’tis to be found—
And that I have to learn—my Sciences,
My long pursued and superhuman art,
Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—
And live—and live for ever.
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kizolk
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Post by kizolk on Mar 28, 2024 21:24:41 GMT
MANFRED
Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle attributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart’s grief—
But—to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties;
If I had such, they seemed not such to me—
Yet there was One——
WITCH
Spare not thyself—proceed.
MANFRED
She was like me in _______—her eyes—
Her hair—her _______—all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But better all, and tempered into beauty:
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the Universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;
And tenderness—but that I had for her;
_______—and that I would have.
Her faults were mine—her virtues were her own—
I loved her, and destroyed her!
WITCH
With thy hand?
MANFRED
Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;
I saw—and could not stanch it.
WITCH
And for this—
A being of the race thou dost despise—
The order, which thine own would rise above,
Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego
The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink’st back
To recreant mortality——Away!
MANFRED
Daughter of _______! I tell thee, since that hour—
But words are treacherous—look on me in my sleep,
Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!
My solitude is solitude no more,
But peopled with the _______;—I have _______
My plight in darkness till returning morn,
Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed
For madness as a blessing—’tis denied me.
I have affronted Death—but in the war
Of elements the waters shrunk from me,
And fatal things passed harmless; the cold hand
Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,
Back by a single hair, which would not break.
In Fantasy, Imagination, all
The affluence of my soul—which one day was
A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,
But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back
Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.
I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness
I sought in all, save where ’tis to be found—
And that I have to learn—my Sciences,
My long pursued and superhuman art,
Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—
And live—and live for ever.
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Post by Pacifica on Mar 28, 2024 21:31:00 GMT
MANFRED
Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle attributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart’s grief—
But—to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties;
If I had such, they seemed not such to me—
Yet there was One——
WITCH
Spare not thyself—proceed.
MANFRED
She was like me in _______—her eyes—
Her hair—her _______—all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But _______ all, and tempered into beauty:
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the Universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;
And tenderness—but that I had for her;
_______—and that I _______ _______.
Her faults were mine—her virtues were her own—
I loved her, and destroyed her!
WITCH
With thy hand?
MANFRED
Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;
I saw—and could not stanch it.
WITCH
And for this—
A being of the race thou dost despise—
The order, which thine own would rise above,
Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego
The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink’st back
To recreant mortality——Away!
MANFRED
Daughter of _______! I tell thee, since that hour—
But words are _______—look on me in my sleep,
Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!
My solitude is solitude no more,
But peopled with the _______;—I have _______
My _______ in darkness till returning morn,
Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed
For madness as a blessing—’tis denied me.
I have affronted Death—but in the war
Of elements the waters shrunk from me,
And fatal things passed harmless; the cold hand
Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,
Back by a single hair, which would not break.
In Fantasy, Imagination, all
The affluence of my soul—which one day was
A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,
But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back
Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.
I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness
I sought in all, save where ’tis to be found—
And that I have to learn—my Sciences,
My long pursued and superhuman art,
Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—
And live—and live for ever.
One of your guesses is almost it. I might have given it to you under other circumstances, but I won't now because you're far from the idea.
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Post by kizolk on Mar 29, 2024 8:47:03 GMT
MANFRED
Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle attributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart’s grief—
But—to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties;
If I had such, they seemed not such to me—
Yet there was One——
WITCH
Spare not thyself—proceed.
MANFRED
She was like me in _______—her eyes—
Her hair—her hands—all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But softer/softened all, and tempered into beauty:
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the Universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;
And tenderness—but that I had for her;
_______—and that I had/once lost/had.
Her faults were mine—her virtues were her own—
I loved her, and destroyed her!
WITCH
With thy hand?
MANFRED
Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;
I saw—and could not stanch it.
WITCH
And for this—
A being of the race thou dost despise—
The order, which thine own would rise above,
Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego
The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink’st back
To recreant mortality——Away!
MANFRED
Daughter of gods! I tell thee, since that hour—
But words are _______—look on me in my sleep,
Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!
My solitude is solitude no more,
But peopled with the _______;—I have _______
My _______ in darkness till returning morn,
Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed
For madness as a blessing—’tis denied me.
I have affronted Death—but in the war
Of elements the waters shrunk from me,
And fatal things passed harmless; the cold hand
Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,
Back by a single hair, which would not break.
In Fantasy, Imagination, all
The affluence of my soul—which one day was
A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,
But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back
Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.
I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness
I sought in all, save where ’tis to be found—
And that I have to learn—my Sciences,
My long pursued and superhuman art,
Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—
And live—and live for ever.
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Post by Etaoin Shrdlu on Mar 29, 2024 9:06:44 GMT
And fatal things passed harmless (probably doesn't work)Even though it turned out to be correct, I think your instinct is right. It doesn't. |
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Post by kizolk on Mar 29, 2024 9:18:51 GMT
Yeah I was a little shocked it was indeed correct. But I understand where the author's coming from as it was one of the first words that came to my mind.
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Post by Pacifica on Mar 29, 2024 10:12:35 GMT
MANFRED
Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle attributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart’s grief—
But—to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties;
If I had such, they seemed not such to me—
Yet there was One——
WITCH
Spare not thyself—proceed.
MANFRED
She was like me in _______—her eyes—
Her hair—her _______—all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But softened all, and tempered into beauty:
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the Universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;
And tenderness—but that I had for her;
_______—and that I _______ had.
Her faults were mine—her virtues were her own—
I loved her, and destroyed her!
WITCH
With thy hand?
MANFRED
Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;
I saw—and could not stanch it.
WITCH
And for this—
A being of the race thou dost despise—
The order, which thine own would rise above,
Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego
The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink’st back
To recreant mortality——Away!
MANFRED
Daughter of _______! I tell thee, since that hour—
But words are _______—look on me in my sleep,
Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!
My solitude is solitude no more,
But peopled with the _______;—I have _______
My _______ in darkness till returning morn,
Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed
For madness as a blessing—’tis denied me.
I have affronted Death—but in the war
Of elements the waters shrunk from me,
And fatal things passed harmless; the cold hand
Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,
Back by a single hair, which would not break.
In Fantasy, Imagination, all
The affluence of my soul—which one day was
A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,
But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back
Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.
I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness
I sought in all, save where ’tis to be found—
And that I have to learn—my Sciences,
My long pursued and superhuman art,
Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—
And live—and live for ever.
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kizolk
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Post by kizolk on Mar 29, 2024 10:37:38 GMT
MANFRED
Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle attributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart’s grief—
But—to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties;
If I had such, they seemed not such to me—
Yet there was One——
WITCH
Spare not thyself—proceed.
MANFRED
She was like me in _______—her eyes—
Her hair—her face/brow—all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But softened all, and tempered into beauty:
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the Universe: nor these
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears—which I had not;
And tenderness—but that I had for her;
Kindness/forgiveness/mercy/pity—and that I briefly had.
Her faults were mine—her virtues were her own—
I loved her, and destroyed her!
WITCH
With thy hand?
MANFRED
Not with my hand, but heart, which broke her heart;
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed;
I saw—and could not stanch it.
WITCH
And for this—
A being of the race thou dost despise—
The order, which thine own would rise above,
Mingling with us and ours,—thou dost forego
The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink’st back
To recreant mortality——Away!
MANFRED
Daughter of _______! I tell thee, since that hour—
But words are dumb/mute—look on me in my sleep,
Or watch my watchings—Come and sit by me!
My solitude is solitude no more,
But peopled with the _______;—I have _______
My life in darkness till returning morn,
Then cursed myself till sunset;—I have prayed
For madness as a blessing—’tis denied me.
I have affronted Death—but in the war
Of elements the waters shrunk from me,
And fatal things passed harmless; the cold hand
Of an all-pitiless Demon held me back,
Back by a single hair, which would not break.
In Fantasy, Imagination, all
The affluence of my soul—which one day was
A Croesus in creation—I plunged deep,
But, like an ebbing wave, it dashed me back
Into the gulf of my unfathomed thought.
I plunged amidst Mankind—Forgetfulness
I sought in all, save where ’tis to be found—
And that I have to learn—my Sciences,
My long pursued and superhuman art,
Is mortal here: I dwell in my despair—
And live—and live for ever.
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