...and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow \nd leaden-eyed despairs. The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by...

...and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectrethin, and...dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow....

...and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectrethin, and...dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow....

...men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shaken a few, sad, last gray Irairs, • - • • • Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow Aacl leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at...

...groan ; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs. Where youth grows pale.and spectee-thin*nd dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs ; Where Beamy cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow....

...and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and...dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs ; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond...

...other groan, Where fancy shakes a few last thin grey hairs, Where youth grows thin and spectre pale and dies, Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-like despairs, Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes Or young love pine at them, beyond...

...and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies ; Where but to think is to be lull of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine...

...and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and...dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow....

...Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,...dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs; Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow....