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CXIX. UNAPPRECIATED.
I stand alone: I have no clique to fetter me,I give no dinners, am not known to lords,
I court not the society of critics,
Nor seek the favour which their voice affords.
I do not pander to the weary fashion
That sneers and jeers at all that's good and true,
I do not vaunt myself, or blow my trumpet,
In any great or any small review;
The present knows me not; the future may—
What will it matter to my senseless clay?
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