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"Thoughts in Loneliness"
Not only friends I mean, but this is so of
All those as well whom I have most despised.

When comes the day when, young and strong for strife
I may step forth and prove with eager passion
The tithe of greatness in my composition
And for a sacred cause yield up my life?

XVIII.

Insight.

I've searched half the world over everywhere
For a place that I fairest might call.
So lovely, though, were they all
That none could well be most fair.

Take all that is mine or mine can be,
But leave me my one best gift:
That scenes may delight me, uplift,
Which another scarcely would see.

XXI.

A Farewell.

You cared for me, and at your behest
I'd have laid my all at your feet.
But late I'd have given the world, my sweet,
For your heart, your lips, your breast.

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