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Poetry: An Acrostic

Pure and unstained, I live in Cowper's lore;
On heavenward pinions I with Milton soar;
Ever and anon I change with playful Burns,
The peasant's mirth, the lover's grief by turns;
Reft of all hope, with ill-starred White complain,
Yielding to Byron all my scornful strain.

Notes

Check the opening letters of each line! P O E T R Y

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