 Moved in the orb, pleased with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs : But here or there, turn wood or wire, . He never gets two inches higher. So fares it with those merry blades, That frisk it under Pindus' shades. In noble songs, and lofty...  The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior - עמוד 174מאת Matthew Prior - 1907 - 150 דפיםתצוגה מלאה - מידע על ספר זה
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...bells a-top? Moved in the orb, pleased with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs; Rut here or there, turn wood or wire, He never gets two...talk with gods; Still dancing in an airy round, Still pleased with their own verses' sound: Brought back, how fast soe'er they go, Always aspiring, always... | |
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