Excerpt: Stanza XIfrom "Not in anger, not in pride,"
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[0] => "11598"***x%Stanza I%"Weak-winged is song, / Nor aims at that clear-ethered height / Whither the brave deed climbs for light: / We seem to do them wrong,"
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