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[He told the envious gods that day] |
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[He told the envious gods that day]
He told the envious gods that day
What it was in his heart to say;
They thought it too divine by half,
And, with their most ill-natured laugh,
Commanded Pain and Doubt to come,
And strike the eloquent creature dumb;—
From morning until night again
Doubt did it, little help'd by Pain.
What it was in his heart to say;
They thought it too divine by half,
And, with their most ill-natured laugh,
Commanded Pain and Doubt to come,
And strike the eloquent creature dumb;—
From morning until night again
Doubt did it, little help'd by Pain.
The young Immortals in the bowers
Pitied him through those penal hours,
And whisper'd in his open ear
A thousand things more sweet and dear
Than any he had meant to say;
Adding, “Use these another day,
But, lest we all be crost and vext,
Speak first, and tell those fellows next.”
Pitied him through those penal hours,
And whisper'd in his open ear
A thousand things more sweet and dear
Than any he had meant to say;
Adding, “Use these another day,
But, lest we all be crost and vext,
Speak first, and tell those fellows next.”
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