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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Shakespeare
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    A vision as of crowded city streets, 
     With human life in endless overflow; 
     Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blow 
     To battle; clamor, in obscure retreats, 
   Of sailors landed from their anchored fleets; 
     Tolling of bells in turrets, and below 
     Voices of children, and bright flowers that throw 
     O`er garden-walls their intermingled sweets! 
   This vision comes to me when I unfold 
    The volume of the Poet paramount, 
    Whom all the Muses loved, not one alone; —  
  Into his hands they put the lyre of gold, 
    And, crowned with sacred laurel at their fount, 
    Placed him as Musagetes on their throne.
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