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And strew faint sweetness from some old Egyptian's fine worm-eaten shroud Which breaks to dust when once unrolled; Or shredded perfume, like a cloud From closet long to quiet vowed, With mothed and dropping arras hung, Mouldering her lute and books among, As when a queen, long dead, was young.
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Paracelsus --some of those lapses from rhythmic energy to which the poet became less and less sensitive, till he could be so deaf to the vanishing
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as to sink to the level of doggerel such as that which closes the poem called
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Popularity.
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