Euphrenia or the Test of Love A poem by William Sharp |
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Euphrenia or the Test of Love | ||
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Ranged, in due order, on the shelves,Up from the floor beneath,
Lay all that human intellect
Has power to bequeath;
The old and ponderous volumes,
Which formed the lower tier,
A pyramid of lighter works
Seemed, atlas-like, to bear;
E'en as the sages of the past
Have never ceased to be
At once a prop and stepping stone
To their posterity.
Euphrenia or the Test of Love | ||