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THE MISANTHROPE.
AND are there men, with hate oppress'd,
Self-centred, lonely, stern, forlorn;
Who gaze around, from east to west,
With eyes that only look to scorn?
Self-centred, lonely, stern, forlorn;
Who gaze around, from east to west,
With eyes that only look to scorn?
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Who hates his race must hateful be,
A thing of Saturn, wandering here!
This is a world of sympathy;
Back to thine own benighted sphere!
A thing of Saturn, wandering here!
This is a world of sympathy;
Back to thine own benighted sphere!
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