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“Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove, Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother's hate, Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate As that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love: He bears a load which nothing can remove, A killing, withering weight.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Wikiquote: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Context

"The Solitary" (1810), st. 2

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Shelley, Percy Bysshe. (n.d.). Wikiquote: Percy Bysshe Shelley. Wikiquote. https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley

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