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Percy Bysshe Shelley - Written At Bracknell
Work rating: Medium

Thy dewy looks sink in my breast;
  Thy gentle words stir poison there;
Thou hast disturbed the only rest
  That was the portion of despair!
Subdued to Duty`s hard control,
  I could have borne my wayward lot:
The chains that bind this ruined soul
  Had cankered then—but crushed it not.
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