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The fear that kills;
And hope that is unwilling to be fed;
Cold, pain, and labour, and all fleshy ills;
And mighty Poets in their misery dead.
-Perplexed, and longing to be comforted,
My question eagerly I did renew.
'How is it that you live, and what is it that you do?'
William Wordsworth cited from 'Resolution and Independence' (1820 ed.) stanza 17.
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