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`O thou poor Human Form!' said she. `O thou poor child of woe1!
Why wilt2 thou wander away from Tirzah, why me compel to bind3 thee? If thou dost go away from me, I shall consume upon these Rocks. These fibres of thine eyes, that usèd to beam in distant heavens Away from me, I have bound down with a hot iron: These nostrils4, that expanded with delight in morning skies, I have bent5 downward with lead, melted in my roaring furnaces Of affliction, of love, of sweet despair, of torment6 unendurable. My soul is seven furnaces, incessant7 roars the bellows8 Upon my terribly flaming heart; the molten metal runs In channels thro' my fiery9 limbs —— O love! O pity! O fear! O pain! O the pangs10, the bitter pangs of love forsaken11!' 点击收听单词发音
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