"And yet no Libyan lion I,-
No ravening thing to rend another;
Lay by your tears, your tremors by,-
A husband's better than a brother;
Nor shun me, Chloe, wild and shy
As some stray fawn that seeks its mother."
But there are those who demand of poetry a usefulness more easily measurable than that of recreation. In their opinion, i
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