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WWITH the tear-worthy four, consumption killedIn youthful prime, before the nebulous mindHad its symmetric shapeliness defined,Had its transcendent destiny fulfilled.—May future ages grant me gracious room,With Pollok, in the voiceless solitudeFinding his holiest rapture, happiest mood;Poor White for ever poring o’er the tomb;With Keats, whose lucid fancy mounting farSaw heaven as an intenser, a more keenRedintegration of the Beauty seenAnd felt by all the breathers on this star;With gentle Bruce, flinging melodious blameUpon the Future for an uncompleted name.
WWITH the tear-worthy four, consumption killedIn youthful prime, before the nebulous mindHad its symmetric shapeliness defined,Had its transcendent destiny fulfilled.—May future ages grant me gracious room,With Pollok, in the voiceless solitudeFinding his holiest rapture, happiest mood;Poor White for ever poring o’er the tomb;With Keats, whose lucid fancy mounting farSaw heaven as an intenser, a more keenRedintegration of the Beauty seenAnd felt by all the breathers on this star;With gentle Bruce, flinging melodious blameUpon the Future for an uncompleted name.
WWITH the tear-worthy four, consumption killedIn youthful prime, before the nebulous mindHad its symmetric shapeliness defined,Had its transcendent destiny fulfilled.—May future ages grant me gracious room,With Pollok, in the voiceless solitudeFinding his holiest rapture, happiest mood;Poor White for ever poring o’er the tomb;With Keats, whose lucid fancy mounting farSaw heaven as an intenser, a more keenRedintegration of the Beauty seenAnd felt by all the breathers on this star;With gentle Bruce, flinging melodious blameUpon the Future for an uncompleted name.
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