An Apology
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09.02.2019, 15:44
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An Apology
An Apology
Why tell you me to lay the cittern by And vex no more its disobedient strings, That every clash the soul of Sweetness wrings, Quenching the lamp of bright Attention's eye? What though the tender ear of Harmony Shrinks, as the plant draws up its leafy wings With a fine sense of pain! The woodman sings High in the rocky air, as rude as I; Yon shepherd pipes upon a reed as shrill. As ever blew in Arcady of yore; They sing and play to please their passion's will, And waste the tedious hour. I do no more! Then leave me to my harp and to my lay, Rebukable, yet unrebuked as they. |
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