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With The Farming Of A Verse Make A Vineyard Of The Curse

Pleasure Is By No Means An Infallible Critical Guide, But It Is The Least Fallible.

Blessed Be All Metrical Rules That Forbid Automatic Responses, Force Us To Have Second Thoughts, Free Us From The Fetters Of Self.

Composing Mortals With Immortal Fire.

Mad Ireland Hurt You Into Poetry.