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light44 when wistfully, he weeps and weeps: “Far-off most secret and inviolate rose, enfold me in my hour of hours...when shall the stars be blown about the sky like the sparks blown out of a smithy and die?”45 Invisible Rose and clankless chain from whose blooming petals the Manfredic Hero gathers and drowns his breath, lover of self and of nature, he breathes and breathes until his very love for absolute freedom and ideals, out of his mountainous and aequoreal self, bursts, splits and shatters as if he were an irretrievable, deconstructed shard of that Shelleyan eternal poetic mirror, accidently broken and, thus, no longer able to embellish and beautify and unify its scattered beingness of being:
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in pieces torn, forever gone.
Scattered and multiplied, whirling into the double infinite of self, that abyss and furious vortex 3⁄4 what bottomless pit 3⁄4 Manfred and Childe Harold feel the dizziness of modernity: bitter bile towards a cruel and homeless, apathetic world. Only
44 Yeats. Collected Poems. Ed. Richard J. Finneran. “He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven.” New York: Scribner, 1997.
45 Yeats. Collected Poems. Ed. Richard J. Finneran. “Far Off Most Secret and Inviolate Rose.” New York: Scribner, 1997.
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