Fables in Song By Robert Lord Lytton |
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Low natures cannot even forgive the goodAnother's greatness on their fate entails.
'Twixt sea and land a granite Mountain stood,
No further than a wounded bittern trails
His broken wing, beyond a Swampy Flood
Foul with green ooze. The inland-blowing gales
That died upon his summit did bequeath
A quiet climate to the land beneath.
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