FOOTNOTES:
Reading edition
"The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver, But not the dark arch, Nor the black flowing river.
Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled Anywhere, anywhere, Out of the world"
"I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs,
A palace and a prison on each hand,"
"E'en at the base of Pompey's statue,
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell."