[r] {55} As the breasts I reposed in with me.—[MS.]

[]

Though the rock of my young hope is shivered,
And its fragments lie sunk in the wave.—[MS. erased.]

[t]

There is many a pang to pursue me,
And many a peril to stem;
They may torture, but shall not subdue me;
They may crush, but they shall not contemn.—[MS. erased.]
And I think not of thee but of them.—[MS. erased.]

[] Though tempted——.—[MS.]

[79] [Compare Childe Harold, Canto III. stanzas liii., lv., Poetical Works, 1899, ii. 247, 248, note 1.]

[v]

Though watchful, 'twas but to reclaim me,
Nor, silent, to sanction a lie.—[MS.]

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