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...devils ! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart...proof, In the dead, unhappy night, and when the rain ia on the roof. Like a dog, he hunts in dreams, and thou art staring at the wall, Where the dying night-lamp...

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...could not sleep a great while." After this sort was Mr. Pepys nocturnally disquieted, and his heart was put to proof " In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain was on the roof." A glance will suffice at Horace Walpole, at a time when his nerves were shattered,...

...devils! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart...before thee, pointing to his drunken sleep, To thy widowed marriage-pillows, to the tears that thou wilt weep. Thou shalt hear the "Never, never," whispered...

...devils! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Like a dog, he hunts in dreams, and thou art staring at the wall, Where the dying night-lamp-flickers, and the shadows rise and fall. Then a hand shall pass before thee, pointing to...

...devils ! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart...before thee, pointing to his drunken sleep, To thy widowed marriage-pillows, to the tears that thou wilt weep. Thou shalt hear the " Never, never," whispered...

...devils ! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart...Where the dying night-lamp flickers, and the shadows Then a hand shall pass before thee, pointing to his drunken sleep, To thy widowed marriage-pillows,...