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1 " While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and spedThrough many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuingHopes of high talk with the departed dead. "
― Percy Bysshe Shelley ,
2 " vow'd that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine: have I not kept the vow? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even nowI call the phantoms of a thousand hoursEach from his voiceless grave: they have in vision'd bowers Of studious zeal or love's delight Outwatch'd with me the envious night:They know that never joy illum'd my brow Unlink'd with hope that thou wouldst free This world from its dark slavery, That thou, O awful LOVELINESS,Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot express. "