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They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.

— William Johnson Cory

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Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

No race for girls, no apple bribes
To tempt an Atalanta.

Hersilia (1891)

You bid me lift my mean desires
From faltering lips and fitful veins
To sexless souls, ideal quires,
Unwearied voices, wordless strains

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