Why rave ye, babblers, so -- ye lords of popular wonder?
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What moves your idle rage? Is't Poland's fallen pride? | 'Tis but Slavonic kin among themselves contending | An ancient household strife, oft judged but still unending...
The clock of doom had struck as fated;
the poet, without a sound,
let fall his pistol on the ground.
The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths.
Always contented with his life,
and with his dinner, and his wife.
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