Poem fractal

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0.026 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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The Old Stoic

by Emily Brontë

0.1594 − 0.7664i

Drawing the boundary…

To Thomas Moore

by Lord Byron

0.1856 − 0.7683i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

The Old Stoic

by Emily Brontë

Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream,
That vanished with the morn:

And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!'

Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
'Tis all that I implore;
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.

To Thomas Moore

by Lord Byron

My boat is on the shore, 
And my bark is on the sea; 
But, before I go, Tom Moore, 
Here's a double health to thee! 

Here's a sigh to those who love me, 
And a smile to those who hate;
And, whatever sky's above me, 
Here's a heart for every fate. 

Though the ocean roar around me, 
Yet it still shall bear me on:
Though a desert should surround me, 
It hath springs that may be won. 

Were't the last drop in the well, 
As I gasp'd upon the brink,
Ere my fainting spirit fell, 
'T is to thee that I would drink. 

With that water, as this wine, 
The libation I would pour 
Should be — peace with thine and mine, 
And a health to thee, Tom Moore.

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