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There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such a skull As belonged to believers in Clough.

有一个可怜的诗人叫克劳夫，他的朋友们都联合起来吹捧他，但是公众虽然迟钝，却没有一个属于克劳夫信徒的头颅。

— Algernon Charles Swinburne 阿尔杰农·查尔斯·斯温伯恩