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...forth In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul ! What black despair, what horror fills his houri ! Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death, Mix'tl with the tender anguish nature shoots Thro' the wrung bosom of the dying man." -* IN placing himself at the mercy of chance fortune, by declining...

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...power of frost; Of faithless bogs; of precipices huge, .' . . , Smooth 'd up with snow ; and, what is land, unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen...shelter of the shapeless drift, Thinking o'er all the hitterness of death, Mix'd with the tender anguish Nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying...

...the power of frost ! Of faithless bogs ; of precipices huge, 300 Smooth'd up with snow ; and, what is land, unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen...sinks Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drift. 306 Thinking o'er all' the bitterness of death, Mix'd with the tender anguish Nature shoots Through...