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James Joyce

James Joyce

He Who Hath Glory Lost

He Who Hath Glory Lost
 
He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,
Among his foes in scorn and wrath
Holding to ancient nobleness,
That high unconsortable one ——
His love is his companion.

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