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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
ON A GREAT PLAGIARIST.
Phœbus drew back with just disdain
The wreath: the Delphic Temple frowned:
The suppliant fled to Hermes' fane,
That stood on lower, wealthier ground.
The wreath: the Delphic Temple frowned:
The suppliant fled to Hermes' fane,
That stood on lower, wealthier ground.
The Thief-God spake, with smile star-bright:
‘Go thou where luckier poets browse
The pastures of the Lord of Light,
And do—what I did with his cows.’
‘Go thou where luckier poets browse
The pastures of the Lord of Light,
And do—what I did with his cows.’
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |