The power of Thought—the magic of the Mind.
The many still must labor for the one!
Stanza 9.
There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed Farewell!
Stanza 15.
Farewell!
For in that word—that fatal word—howe'er
We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair.
Canto iii. St. 22.
No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For truth denies all eloquence to woe.