[297] 1820.
Unblest distinctions—that were mine
Early to lock in hapless chains
A lingering life that may consign
My memory to opprobrious stains
{Yet doth it make me proud—even here }
{Chained as I am that jealous fear }
{Yet faded, fallen, and crushed—even here }
{I can be proud that jealous fear }
With lurking pride that jealous fear