Από τη Βικιπαίδεια, την ελεύθερη εγκυκλοπαίδεια
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There died a myriad,
And of the best, among them,
For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization,
Charm, smiling at the good mouth,
Quick eyes gone under earth's lid,
For two gross of broken statues,
For a few thousand battered books.
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Hugh Selwyn Mauberly
Ezra Pound
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