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Percy Bysshe Shelley

 My father who owned the wagon-shop
And grew rich shoeing horses
Sent me to the University of Montreal.
I learned nothing and returned home, Roaming the fields with Bert Kessler, Hunting quail and snipe.
At Thompson's Lake the trigger of my gun Caught in the side of the boat And a great hole was shot through my heart.
Over me a fond father erected this marble shaft, On which stands the figure of a woman Carved by an Italian artist.
They say the ashes of my namesake Were scattered near the pyramid of Caius Cestius Somewhere near Rome.

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