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...thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults, perchance, thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er...world could bow, Bows to thee— by thee forsaken, E'en my soul forsakes me now. But 'tis done — all words are idle — Words from me are vainer still...

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...were written whilst the poet was living a life which was an insult to the wife of whom he wrote — All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go — all sympathy with them is swept away, and the poem, beautiful and pathetic as it is, becomes a...

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...Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er...world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, E'en my soul forsakes me now . But 'tis done — all words are idle — Words from me are vainer still...

...Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er...hath been shaken: Pride, which not a world could bow, But 'tis done — all words are idle — Words from me are vainer still: But the thoughts we cannot...

...Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Whither, — yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could...