Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous -- who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?
John Keats
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Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
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There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
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