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chapter-413		chapter-413			.txt	text/plain	94	6	77	The Unexpressd How dare one say it? After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, Vaunted Ionias, Indias--Homer, Shakspere--the long, long times thick dotted roads, areas, The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars--Natures pulses reapd, All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration, All ages plummets dropt to their utmost depths, All human lives, throats, wishes, brains--all experiences utterance; After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands, Still something not yet told in poesys voice or print--something lacking, (Who knows? the best yet unexpressd and lacking.)	./cache/chapter-413.txt	./txt/chapter-413.txt