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...joys of life with health are flown. Starting and shivering in th' inconstant wind, Meager and pale, the ghost of what I was, Beneath some blasted tree I lie reclined, And count the silent moments as they pass. The winged moments whose unstaying speed No art...

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...joys of life with health are flown. Starting and shivering in the inconstant wind, Meagre and pale, the ghost of what I was, Beneath some blasted tree I lie reclined, And count the silent moments as they pass : The winged moments, whose unstaying speed No...

...joys of life with health are flown. Starting and shivering in ilf inconstant wind, Meagre and pale, the ghost of what I was, Beneath some blasted tree I lie reclined, And count the silent moments as they pass : The winged moments, whose unstay ing' speed No...

...joys of life with health are flown. Startling and shivering in the inconstant wind, Meagre and pale, the ghost of what I was, Beneath some blasted tree I lie reclined, And count the silent moments as they pass; The winged moments, whose unstaying speed No art...