... we will write, My Blue of Blues, from morn till night. Chased from our classic souls shall be All thoughts of vulgar progeny; And thou shalt walk through smiling rows Of chubby duodecimos, While I, to match thy products nearly, Shall lie-in of a quarto yearly. 'Tis true, even books entail some trouble; But live productions ... — The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore • Thomas Moore et al
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