The life thou lived’st we know not, But that thou walk’dst thy years in barter, ’mid the haunts of brokers, Nor heroism thine, nor war, nor glory.
…bards, To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will, Homer with all his wars and warriors—Hector, Achilles, Ajax, Or Shakspere’s woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello—Tennyson’s fair ladies, Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme, delight of singers; These, these, O sea, all these I’d gladly barter, Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer, Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse, And leave its odor there.
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The IRS is investigating a barter exchange that we belonged to.