Chapter 24 No.24

Thou too art gone-and so is my delight,

And therefore do I weep, and inly bleed,

With this last bruise upon a broken reed.

Thou too art ended-what is left me now?

For I have anguish yet to bear-and how?

BYRON.

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As may be supposed, the peaceful vale of Ll-- from this time forth became an altered place to Eustace Trevor. "Th