Chapter XIII
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With false ambition what had I to do?
Little with love, and least of all with fame;
And yet they came unsought, and with me grew,
And made me all which they can make--a name.
Yet this was not the end I did pursue;
Surely I once beheld a nobler aim.
But all is over--I am one the more
To baffled millions which have gone before.
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The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 17, No. 474, Supplementary NumberChapter XIII
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