I go――but God knows when or why From smoky towns and cloudy sky To things (the honest truth to say) As bad――but in a different way. BYRON: “Farewell to Malta.” (_Amended by leave of the Court._) “Some poet has observed that if any man would write down what has really happened to him in this mortal life he would be sure to make a good book, though he never had met with a single adventure from his birth to his burial.” Even Thackeray does not take the responsibility for the thesis, but with a light heart lays the burden upon the shoulders of “some poet.” And for my part I had never any intention of answering the poet’s challenge until after a quarter of a century of life in Manchester I found…
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