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New Book Project
Whatever you do........
don't fall asleep!
I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods;
In envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;
Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth:
Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'T is better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all.
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