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And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.

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And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
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Elegant Empty Language Production
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven’s sphere.
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Cry Grief Heaven Lying
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
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Body Desire Earth Myself Stars
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
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Absence Beginning Breathe Myself Soul
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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Grief Hope Incredible Slave
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Foe Names Reality
I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
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Human Mourn Progress Weakness
Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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Cancer Friendship One Liner Suspicious
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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Animal Cat Death Poet
Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive.
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Alive Book Friendship Heart Relationship Warm
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Endurance Perseverance Strive
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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Agreement Burden Light Pen Poet
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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Argument Grief Refine

And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.

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And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.

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