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The Williams Fortnight poet in lines on The W-ll-sl-y Girl, writes the following stanza:

To the music that she knows

There's no bound,

And she writes in verse and prose

Quite profound.

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On Carlyle she long converses,

Arnold she too intersperses,

Till your heart with silent curses

Doth resound.

A heart that "with silent curses doth resound" is a wonder that we hope is peculiar to Williams.

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