"So now I have sworn to bury.All this dead body of
hate,I feel so free and so clear.By the loss of that dead
weight,That I should grow light headed,I fear,Fantastically
merry;But that her brother comes,like a blight.On my fresh
hope,to the Hall to-night."-Alfred,Lord
Tennyson,"Maud"
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