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  1. There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!
  2. And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.
  3. The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to search And wash the whole world …
  4. Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.
  5. What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs …
  6. 'Guess now who holds thee?'-'Death,' I said. But there The silver answer rang-'Not Death, but Love.'
  7. Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heave…
  8. Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from the care Of watc…

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