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MANUEL TO INEZ.
(FROM AN MS. POEM.)
My least of feeling is a mighty flood
Too strong to be or vanquished or withstood,
My Life is as a leaf upon its course—
And I am still driven on, without resource,
By Passion's lightning-terror-shafts o'ertaken,
By Feeling's Hurricanes of fervour shaken!
Too strong to be or vanquished or withstood,
My Life is as a leaf upon its course—
And I am still driven on, without resource,
By Passion's lightning-terror-shafts o'ertaken,
By Feeling's Hurricanes of fervour shaken!
My heart in one keen minute feeleth more
Than others in a life-time ere yet bore!
Its faintest pulse more passionately beats
Than those of others in Life's deepest seats—
Its least of feeling is a raging fever,
And what it feels—unchanged it feels for ever!
Than others in a life-time ere yet bore!
Its faintest pulse more passionately beats
Than those of others in Life's deepest seats—
Its least of feeling is a raging fever,
And what it feels—unchanged it feels for ever!
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