O Rain! with your dull two-fold sound,
The clash hard by, and the murmur all round!
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—the breathed tarnish, shall I name it?—on the lustre of the pilgrim's eyes? Yet had it not a sort of strange accordance with 1817.
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Compare:
like strangers shelt'ring from a storm,
Hope and Despair meet in the porch of Death!
Constancy to an Ideal Object, p. 456.
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Visionary 1817, 1829.