Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep
Closd oer the head of your loved Lycidas?
I not know when I have experienced a stranger sensation, than on seeing my old friend G. D., who had been paying me a m visit a few Sundays back, at my cottage at Islington, upon taking leave, instead of turning down the right hand path by which he had entered -- with staff in hand, and at noon day, deliberately march right forwards into the midst of the stream that runs by us, and totally disappear.
A spectacle like this at dusk would have been appalling enough; but, in the broad open daylight, to witness su unreserved motion towards self-destru in a valued friend, took from me all power of speculation.
How I found my feet, I know not. sciousness was quite gone. Some spirit, not my own, whirled me to the spot. I remember nothing but the silvery apparition of a good white head emerging; nigh which a staff (the hand uhat wielded it) pointed upwards, as feeling for ……（内容加载失败！）
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