“Too much you've view'd, too poignantly you've felt,
Too long on human sufferings we've dwelt;
These woful visions shift, but scenes appear,
Which tho' less painful, cause the conscious tear.”

— Isaac Gompertz

"Time", Part IV, pp. 199–200
Time, or Light and Shade (1815)

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