A critic is a louse in the locks of literature.
A critic is a louse in the locks of literature.
A louse in the locks of literature.
For now the poet cannot die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry.
This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
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