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Grief for awhile is blind, and so was mine.”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                            
                                        
                                        Prometheus, Act I, l. 304 
Prometheus Unbound (1818–1819; publ. 1820)
                                    
 
        
     
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                            