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[I sit astride Parnassus with my lyre]
I sit astride Parnassus with my lyre,And pick with care the disobedient wire.
The stupid shepherd lolling on his crook
With deaf attention scarcely deigns to look.
I bide my time, and it shall come at length,
When, with a Titan's energy and strength,
I'll grab a fistful of the strings, and O,
The world shall suffer when I let them go!
Farquharson Harris.
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