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[Enosh C P]

1. confusion shame remorse despair,
at once his bosom swelled
the damps of death bedewed his brow,
he shook, he groaned, he fell
2. how fleet is the glance of the mind
compared with the speed of its flight:
the tempest itself lags behind
and the swift winged arrows of light

can you please scan these passages and comment on its prosodic features