[BNP/E3, 13 – 38]

Hailing and thundering to the Asiatic Sea.

Charles Robert Anon Charles Robert Anon.

Charles Robert Anon

Gaveston

Gaveston

Gaveston

I should not have troubled you had I not {…}

Heaven creates{…}

For me a burning Promethean soul

That thrives for mine own suffering

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The dread voice died at last in air. Upspring

From the huge bitter of unmountained crags

A form tremendous, horrible and strange;

A mountain’s bright he stood and seemed to see

The very living well-embodiment

Of some enormous pain, giant fears

Horror terror or heart craving pain

Stupendous rage, abnormal suffering

Of pain and woe unheard, his unknown

More horrid than felled Gorgon’s face

Would have stricken dead the Promethean eyes

Though wanted the sights terrible {…}

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Storm — Attendance at church made by |*Gun-gun| was only old †

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The sun now clambered to his lofty perch

And now was sunk into the distant west

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Let the wind cease to pass when I shall tell

Of the old rector’s prose, beneath your trees

Whose leaves in varied beauty might swell

Which now the breeze {…}

Portuguese Song

Portuguese Song

Much although I love thine eyes

My own I love more, I ween,

Had it not been for mine eyes,

Thine eyes I never had seen.

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