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James Russell Lowell - Sonnet - On Being Asked For An Autograph In Venice
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Amid these fragments of heroic days
When thought met deed with mutual passion`s leap,
There sits a Fame whose silent trump makes cheap
What short-lived rumor of ourselves we raise.
They had far other estimate of praise
Who stamped the signet of their souls so deep
In art and action, and whose memories keep
Their height like stars above our misty ways:
In this grave presence to record my name
Something within me hangs the head and shrinks.
Dull were the soul without some joy in fame;
Yet here to claim remembrance were, methinks,
Like him who, in the desert`s awful frame,
Notches his cockney initials on the Sphinx.
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