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...thousand years ago. Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents' or my own ? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came : I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd : The Muse but served to...

...thousand years ago. Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came : I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd : The Muse but served to...

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...I left no calling for this idle trade ; No duty broke, no father disobcy'd ; While yet a child, ere yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.— PoPE. This plain floor, Believe me, reader, caa say mote Than many a braver marble can, — Here lies...

...thousand years ago, Why did I write ? what sin to me unknown, Dipp'd me in ink, my parents' or my own ? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers tame ; I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey 'd : The muse but served...

...part, the words seem spontaneously to arrange themselves in the most musical numbers. " While still a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came." This facility of versification, it is true, may be, and prob* Fn Elegiac poetry, the recurrence of...