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Poem	I. The Minor Poet His little trills and chirpings were his best. No music like the nightingale's was born Within his throat; but he, too, laid his breast Upon a thorn. II. The Pretty Lady She hated bleak and wintry things alone. All that was warm and quick, she loved too well- A light, a flame, a heart against her own; It is forever bitter cold, in Hell. III. The Very Rich Man He'd have the best, and that was none too good; No barrier could hold, before his terms. He lies below, correct in cypress wood, And entertains the most exclusive worms. IV. The Fisherwoman The man she had was kind and clean And well enough for every day, But, oh, dear friends, you should have seen The one that got away! V. The Crusader Arrived in Heaven, when his sands were run, He seized a quill, and sat him down to tell The local press that something should be done About that noisy nuisance, Gabriel. VI. The Actress Her name, cut clear upon this marble cross, Shines, as it shone when she was still on earth; While tenderly the mild, agreeable moss Obscures the figures of her date of birth.
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