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 But I think there were some—say a dozen, perhaps, or a score—out of Browning. As for poets who go on a contrary tack to what I go and you go— You remember my lyrics translated—like 'sweet bully Bottom'—from Hugo? Though I will say it's curious that simply on just that account there should be Men so bold as to say that not one of my poems was written by me. It would stir the political bile or the physical spleen of a drab or a Tory To hear critics assign to his hand the Confessional, Bill, and the Laboratory. Yes, it's singular—nay, I can't think of a parallel (ain't it a high lark?