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When I (whom sullen care, Through discontent of my long fruitless stay In princes' court, and expectation vain Of idle hopes, which still do fly away Like empty shadows, did afflict my brain) Walked forth to ease my pain Along the shore of silver-streaming Thames; -Edmund Spenser (c.1552-1599), Prothalamion |
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