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Byron and Shelley and Keats Were a trio of lyrical treats.
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Authors and actors and artists and such Never know nothing, and never know much.
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This living, this living, this living Was never a project of mine.
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Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, may be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation.
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He lies below, correct in cypress wood, And entertains the most exclusive worms.
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