Date: 1791, 1806
"When from the festive bow'r / The frenzied Homicide retreats, / And, in his bosom's cell, / Essays each rising throb to quell;"
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Date: 1791, 1806
"Yet in my bosom's ruby cell / The philosophic lore shall live!"
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Date: 1793
"For what is sleep, but temporary death; / Sealing up all the windows of the soul, / And binding ev'ry thought in torpid chains?"
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