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of the moment, I felt how far beyond the | of the moment, I felt how far beyond the | ||
stretch of deepest woe is the contempt | stretch of deepest woe is the contempt | ||
| − | of self. | + | of self. we thought no one could Ever |
| + | tell the definition of real greif that had | ||
| + | felt it [[underline]] unaccompanied [[/underline]] by remorse.-- | ||
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| + | It was impossible to feel for a man, more | ||
| + | than I had felt for t--Fond imagination | ||
| + | always recurred to him in moments of | ||
| + | softened solitude--but when I dwelt | ||
| + | on his image it was no longer with hope, | ||
| + | I considered the whole of our former exquisite | ||
| + | attachment as a departed fairy dream | ||
| + | on which memory delighted to pause, | ||
| + | which fancy arrayed in all her trembling | ||
| + | refinements, --but which reason, [[addition]] ^ nor [[/addition]] reality | ||
| + | could Ever [[underline]] countenance. [[/underline]] | ||
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| + | I leap despairing into the arms of fortune, & | ||
| + | trust to chance for happiness.-- | ||
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Ever accustomed to refine upon the sorrows of the moment, I felt how far beyond the stretch of deepest woe is the contempt of self. we thought no one could Ever tell the definition of real greif that had felt it underline unaccompanied /underline by remorse.--
It was impossible to feel for a man, more than I had felt for t--Fond imagination always recurred to him in moments of softened solitude--but when I dwelt on his image it was no longer with hope, I considered the whole of our former exquisite attachment as a departed fairy dream on which memory delighted to pause, which fancy arrayed in all her trembling refinements, --but which reason, addition ^ nor /addition reality could Ever underline countenance. /underline
I leap despairing into the arms of fortune, & trust to chance for happiness.--
