....lurid light, a trampling throng, SenseTof intolerable wrong. And whom 1 scorned, those only strong I age 1 Desire with loathing strangely mixed On wild or hateful objects fixed. ^Fantastic passions! maddening...

...Since in me, round me everywhere Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish...trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong ! Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning still...

...dumb misery, he was on the rack of furious passions. Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom he scorned, those only strong; Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled and yet burning still, For aye entempesting anew. The unfathomable hell within. His writings and correspondence exhibit a...

...in me, round me, every where Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. O But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish...trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong! Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Desire with loathing strangely mixed...

...Wild Horse" and "To a Wild Bee" from The Coronal. A World without Water Yesternight I prayed aloud, In anguish and in agony; Upstarting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me. — Coleridge * I had a dream in the dead of night; A dream of agony; I thought the world stood in...

...Since in me, round me, everywhere Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. But yesternight I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish...light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning still! Desire with loathing strangely...

...me, round me, everywhere COMFORT Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. But yesternight I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish...trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong! Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning still!...

...in a 'dicky box' at the front, while passengers sat in hanging seats facing out to either side. 361 Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and...yet burning still! Desire with loathing strangely mixed On wild or hateful objects fixed. Fantastic passions! Madd'ning brawl! And shame and terror over...

...Since in me, round me, everywhere Eternal strength and wisdom are, But yester-mght I pray'd aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish...trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, etc. This man reminds me of you, and so does Shelley. I have always thought of you as a poet....