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I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost…

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar,…

It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole…