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WHEN I peruse the conquer'd fame of heroes and the victories
of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals, |
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Nor the President in his Presidency, nor the rich in his great
house, |
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But when I hear of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with
them, |
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How together through life, through dangers, odium, unchanging,
long and long, |
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Through youth and through middle and old age, how unfaltering,
how affectionate and faithful they were, |
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Then I am pensive—I hastily walk away fill'd with the bitterest
envy. |