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CANTO II.] None are so desolate but something dear,

Dearer than self, possesses or possessed

A thought, and claims the homage of a tear;

A flashing pang! of which the weary breast

Would still, albeit in vain, the heavy heart divest.

XXV.

To sit on rocks—to muse o'er flood and fell—

To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,