have atoned in the sight of all - pardoning Heaven for the guilt of all the rest!
The misery of this one pierces me to the very marrow, and harrows up my
soul; thou art grinning calmly over the doom of thousands!
Now we are once again at our wit's end, just where the reason of you mortals
snaps! Why dost thou seek our fellowship, if thou canst not go through with
it? Wilt fly, and art not proof against dizziness? Did we force ourselves on
Cease thus to gnash thy ravenous fangs at me! I loathe thee! - Great and
glorious spirit, thou who didst vouchsafe to reveal thyself unto me, thou who
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