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like e deands new odes of ng

no echoes of that disrd shall be heard

where father tag rolls, or on the banks

of olive-bordered betis; to the rocks

or deep caverns shall y pnt be told,

and by a lifeless tongue livg words;

or dark valleys or on lonely shores,

where neither foot of an nor sunbea falls;

or aong the po-breathg swars

of onsters nouri射d by the sggish nile

for, though it be to litudes reote

the hoarse vague echoes of y rrows und

thy atchless cruelty, y disal fate

shall carry the to all the spacio world

disda hath power to kill, and patience dies

sn by spicion, be it false or true;

and deadly is the force of jealoy;

long absence akes of life a dreary void;

no hope of happess can give repose

to hi that ever fears to be fot;

and death, evitable, waits hall

but i, by stran iracle, live on

a prey to absence, jealoy, disda;

racked by spicion as by certaty;

fotten, left to feed y fla alone

and while i suffer th, there es no ray

of hope to gladden athwart the gloo;

nor do i look for it y despair;

but rather clgg to a cureless woe,

all hope do i abjure for everore

can there be hope where fear is? were it well,

when far ore certa are the grounds of fear?

ought i to shut e eyes to jealoy,

if through a thoand heart-wounds it appears?

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