Book 2 — THE OUTCAST[71:1]
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THE OUTCAST[71:1]
Pale Roamer through the night! thou poor Forlorn! Remorse that man on his death-bed possess, Who in the credulous hour of tenderness Betrayed, then cast thee forth to Want and Scorn! The world is pitiless: the chaste one's pride 5 Mimic of Virtue scowls on thy distress: Thy Loves and they that envied thee deride: And Vice alone will shelter Wretchedness! O! I could weep to think that there should be Cold-bosom'd lewd ones, who endure to place 10 Foul offerings on the shrine of Misery, And force from Famine the caress of Love; May He shed healing on the sore disgrace, He, the great Comforter that rules above!
? 1794.
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LINENOTES:
Title] Effusion xv. 1796: Sonnet vii. 1797: Sonnet vi. 1803: Sonnet ix. 1828, 1829, and 1834: An Unfortunate 1893.
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Thy kindred, when they see thee, turn aside 1803.
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O I am sad 1796, 1797, 1803, 1828, 1829.
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Men, born of woman 1803.
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Man has no feeling for thy sore Disgrace: Keen blows the Blast upon the moulting Dove.
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the] thy 1796, 1797, 1828.