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Excerpt from A Minor Poet: And Other Verse I must confess it; I can feel the pulse A-beating at my heart, yet never knew The throb of cosmic pulses. I lament The death of youth's ideal in my heart And, to be honest, never yet rejoiced In the world's progress - scarce, indeed, discerned (for still it seems that God's a Sisyphus With the world for stone). You shake your head. I'm base, Ignoble? Who is noble - you or I I was not once tizas 9 Ah, my friend, we are As the Fates make us. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.