is Despair
I have experienc'd
The worst, the World can wreak on me--the
worstThat can make Life indifferent, yet
disturbWith whisper'd Discontents the dying
prayer--I have beheld the whole of all,
whereinMy Heart had any interest in this
Life,To be disrent and torn from off my
HopesThat nothing now is left. Why then live on
?That Hostage, which the world had in it's
keepingGiven by me as a Pledge that I would
live--That Hope of Her, say rather, that pure
FaithIn her fix'd Love, which held me to keep
truceWith the Tyranny of Life--is gone ah ! whither
?What boots it to reply ? 'tis gone ! and
nowWell may I break this Pact, this League of
BloodThat ties me to myself--and break I shall !
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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