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Skribent: Simon
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På fodtur med Tennyson, lige så farverig som efteråret under samme sol, samt er par poeter der betog ham o.a. i samtiden, som han betager os i vores:
Poets and their bibliographies.
Old poets foster’d under friendlier skies,
Old Virgil who would write ten lines, they say,
At dawn, and lavish all the golden day
To make them wealthier in his readers eyes;
And you, old popular Horace, you the wise
Adviser of the nine-years-ponder’d lay,
And you, that wear a wreath of sweeter bay,
Catullus, whose dead songster never dies;
If, glancing downward on the kindly sphere
That once had roll’d you round an round the Sun,
You see your Art still shrined in human shelves,
You should be jubilant that you flourish’d here
Before the Love of Letters, overdone,
Had swampt the sacred poets with themselves.
- Tennyson.
mvh
Simon
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