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I hope, no, I expect strong praise for this
hard work and achievement: aspiration-- the noblest passion--and pain gave birth to my eager desire for deathless praise. If I say misery is precious--if sincere; if I say the heart rejoices in massive pain; it's that I think bearing the unbearable is heroism; I'm brave enough to die that I may hold on, give his overwhelming passions life. Yes, I'm drowning, I leap only to fall the more precipitously--still in these poems I can climb. I find Death has a use-- his death has led me to make him deathless. |
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Notes: From B A1:87:46. Key |