"It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me."
Which poem is this stanza from?
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"To A Skylark" by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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"London" by William Blake
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"Ulysses" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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"The Flea" by John Donne