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How cold the worldwhere love is expediencywhere power is truthno balanceno reckoningno number to the starsBut when he speaks the lines he believes them-- a moment rare and glowing. Hope?the curtain falls.
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sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned / On lips that are for others; deep as love, / Deep as first love, and wild with all regret !
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"I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar"
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