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I know not which is the most fatal gift, Genius or Love, for both alike are ruled By stars of bright aspect and evil influence.

was a lonely and neglected child! His cheek was colourless, save when the flush Of strong emotion mastered its still whiteness; His dark eyes seemed all heaviness and gloom, So rarely were they raised. His mother's love Was for her other children: they were fair, And had health's morning hues and sunny looks. She had not seen him, when he watched the sun Setting at eve, like an idolater, Until his cheek grew crimson in the light Of the all-radiant heaven, and his eyes