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Thought
OF what I write from myself-As if that were not the resumé;
Of Histories-As if such, however complete, were not less complete than the preceding
poems;
As if those shreds, the records of nations, could possibly be as lasting as the preceding
poems;
As if here were not the amount of all nations, and of all the lives of heroes.
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