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The Fate Of Genius.
She waited for him day by day , With feelings pride could scarcely smother ; He ne ' er return'd to own her sway , But wisely wooed and won another . Words—language—may not , cannot tell
The grief ivith which her breast was shaken , Describe her heart ' s convulsive swell , WTien first she found her charms forsaken . From man she fled ; the desert rude Became at last her dwelling-place ; She cursed , from her lone solitude ,
The world and mankind ' s hated race . Her clearest task to clash with gall The cup fill'd by the hand of heaven , To wound ivith slander—wither all To whom one brighter ray was given . To set the stepdame ' gainst the son ,
The poet ' gainst the poet ' s fame : Goad him by sneers , till madden'd , stung , Reekless alike of truth or shame .
He launches ivith a deadly aim , The venom'd shaft at Genius' head , Or , ivith a malice brutes would shame , Meanly insults the honour'd dead . As time roll on , each youthful grace Faded from off her wither'd brow : —
Deformity supplied their place , Envy became what she is now , Immortal only in her crime , At once the mistress and the slave : Envy shall cease , when unborn time Consigns earth ' s empire to the grave .
By that bright lake she stood : —a thought Of hope and action long since past , A feeling stray by Memory caught , A deeper shadow o ' er her cast .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Fate Of Genius.
She waited for him day by day , With feelings pride could scarcely smother ; He ne ' er return'd to own her sway , But wisely wooed and won another . Words—language—may not , cannot tell
The grief ivith which her breast was shaken , Describe her heart ' s convulsive swell , WTien first she found her charms forsaken . From man she fled ; the desert rude Became at last her dwelling-place ; She cursed , from her lone solitude ,
The world and mankind ' s hated race . Her clearest task to clash with gall The cup fill'd by the hand of heaven , To wound ivith slander—wither all To whom one brighter ray was given . To set the stepdame ' gainst the son ,
The poet ' gainst the poet ' s fame : Goad him by sneers , till madden'd , stung , Reekless alike of truth or shame .
He launches ivith a deadly aim , The venom'd shaft at Genius' head , Or , ivith a malice brutes would shame , Meanly insults the honour'd dead . As time roll on , each youthful grace Faded from off her wither'd brow : —
Deformity supplied their place , Envy became what she is now , Immortal only in her crime , At once the mistress and the slave : Envy shall cease , when unborn time Consigns earth ' s empire to the grave .
By that bright lake she stood : —a thought Of hope and action long since past , A feeling stray by Memory caught , A deeper shadow o ' er her cast .