No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
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Art & Literature · Poetry
ODE ON MELANCHOLY
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THE COSMO MAGAZINENovember 13, 2026
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