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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 11, by GEORGE SANTAYANA Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Deem not, because you see me in the press
Last Line: From so much sorrow -- of whom I am one.
First Line: Deem not, because you see me in the press
Last Line: From so much sorrow -- of whom I am one.
Deem not, because you see me in the press
Of this world's children run my fated race,
That I blaspheme against a proffered grace,
Or leave unlearned the love of holiness.
I honour not that sanctity the less
Whose aureole illumines not my face,
But dare not tread the secret, holy place
To which the priest and prophet have access.
For some are born to be beatified
By anguish, and by grievous penance done;
And some, to furnish forth the age's pride,
And to be praised of men beneath the sun;
And some are born to stand perplexed aside
From so much sorrow -- of whom I am one.
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