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Though I write books, it will be read Upon the leaves of none; And afterward, when I am dead, Will ne'er be graved, for sight or tread, Across my funeral stone.
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Poems before Congress.
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Woman Country.
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Athenaeum and
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Nazione ; and when this friend repeated the opinions she had heard expressed by an acquaintance of the new Italian Premier, Ricasoli, to the effect that his policy and Cavour's were identical, Mrs. Browning
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and thankfully replied,--
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I am glad of it; I thought so. Even then her thoughts were not of self. This near friend went away with no suspicion of what was soon to be a terrible reality. Mrs. Browning's own bright boy bade his mother goodnight, cheered by her oft-repeated,
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I am better, dear, much better.