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CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 741.


=Depravity.=

God's love seemed lost upon him.
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BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._


=Depression.=

All day the darkness and the cold
Upon my heart have lain,
Like shadows on the winter sky,
Like frost upon the pane.
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WHITTIER: _On Receiving an Eagle's Quill._


=Desert.=

In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found.
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HOOD. _Sonnet, Silence._

The keenest pangs the wretched find
Are rapture to the dreary void,