And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil.
Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
The beaten road Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread, Who travel to their home among the dead By the broad highway of the world, and so With one chained friend, perhaps a jealous foe, The dreariest and the longest journey go.
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