...brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame: And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too late ! Yet am I chang'd ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what...

...became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisou'd. 'Tis too late I Yetam|l chang'd ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time...

...endeavouring to root out the principles of all religion from the minds of men. In the same spirit pibbon the historian partakes of the author's praises, for...in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisoned." CHAPTER XIV. Marloc and Lord Byron compared. — Account of the dramatic Poem of " Manfred"...

...heeame, In its own eddy hoiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'Tis too late ! Yet am 1 changed ; though still enough the same In strength to hear what...

...brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame: And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'T is too late! Yet am I changed; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time...

...hraiii became, lu its own eddy boiling and o'crwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and llame: And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. Т is too lain! Yet am I changed; though still enough ilw same In strength to bear what lime...

...became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisoned. 'Tis too late ! Yet am I changed; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time...

...became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'T is too late ! Yet am I changed ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what...

...became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. 'T is too late ! Yet am I changed ; though still enough the same In strength to bear what...

...brain became In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame, And thus untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poisoned." Many, however, imagined that Byron's melancholy was purely fictitious, and that the poet...