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HHEW Atlas for my monument; upraiseA pyramid for my tomb, that, undestroyedBy rank, oblivion, and the hungry void,My name shall echo through prospective days.O careless conqueror! cold, abysmal grave!Is it not sad—is it not sad, my heart—To smother young ambition, and departUnhonoured and unwilling, like death’s slave?No rare immortal remnant of my thoughtEmbalms my life; no poem, firmly rearedAgainst the shock of time, ignobly feared—But all my life’s progression come to nought.Hew Atlas! build a pyramid in a plain!Oh, cool the fever burning in my brain!
HHEW Atlas for my monument; upraiseA pyramid for my tomb, that, undestroyedBy rank, oblivion, and the hungry void,My name shall echo through prospective days.O careless conqueror! cold, abysmal grave!Is it not sad—is it not sad, my heart—To smother young ambition, and departUnhonoured and unwilling, like death’s slave?No rare immortal remnant of my thoughtEmbalms my life; no poem, firmly rearedAgainst the shock of time, ignobly feared—But all my life’s progression come to nought.Hew Atlas! build a pyramid in a plain!Oh, cool the fever burning in my brain!
HHEW Atlas for my monument; upraiseA pyramid for my tomb, that, undestroyedBy rank, oblivion, and the hungry void,My name shall echo through prospective days.O careless conqueror! cold, abysmal grave!Is it not sad—is it not sad, my heart—To smother young ambition, and departUnhonoured and unwilling, like death’s slave?No rare immortal remnant of my thoughtEmbalms my life; no poem, firmly rearedAgainst the shock of time, ignobly feared—But all my life’s progression come to nought.Hew Atlas! build a pyramid in a plain!Oh, cool the fever burning in my brain!
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