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202 But I would give all,—a renown deeply founded,
 * A whole people's acclaim!

For a word from the heart that I loved and had sounded,
 * And proved ever the same.

I would dash down my lute, to clasp hands, perhaps nearer
 * Feel his breath on my curl,—

Oh, Genius is great,—but to me Love would be dearer,
 * If I were a young girl.