Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.
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Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.
Permalink to quote #23 Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.
Permalink to quote #25 Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
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