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Description: WAS about to sing, in heroic strain, of arms and fierce combats. 'Twas a subject suited to my verse, whose lines were all of equal measure. But Cupid, so 'tis said, began to laugh, and stole away one foot. Who was it, cruel boy, gave thee this right to meddle with poetry? We poets belong to the train of the Muses and follow not in thine. Category: Classics ISBN: CYBRD11031 DO NOT BUY, IF YOU DO NOT HAVE THE FREE MOBIPOCKET READER User tags: Votes: Reviews: Review it! (This product has no reviews yet) More Files Of This User
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