Fables in Song By Robert Lord Lytton |
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Clio, with clarion, palm, and book,
Pass on! Not thine are we.
Thy plainer sister's shepherd crook
We follow; seeking flowers forsook,
That breathe about the rural brook,
And win the wandering bee.
Pass on! Not thine are we.
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We follow; seeking flowers forsook,
That breathe about the rural brook,
And win the wandering bee.
What History oft, in stately pride,
With haughty gesture spurns aside,
Wild Fable from the wayside field
Picks up, and lays to heart.
And truths, by her to us reveal'd,
Do we to you impart:
With haughty gesture spurns aside,
Wild Fable from the wayside field
Picks up, and lays to heart.
And truths, by her to us reveal'd,
Do we to you impart:
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