Then black despair,
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Revolt of Islam, Dedication, Stanza VI.
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The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In sorrow.
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