Note 297 — 1817
Reading edition
1820.
Unblest distinctions—that were mine Early to lock in hapless chains A lingering life that may consign My memory to opprobrious stains {Yet doth it make me proud—even here } {Chained as I am that jealous fear } {Yet faded, fallen, and crushed—even here } {I can be proud that jealous fear } With lurking pride that jealous fear ms. Of what I was, remains—