LET the Greek his plastic clay Mould in human fashion, While his own creation may Wake his glowing passion; But it is our joy to court Great Euphrates` torrent, Here and there at will to sport In the Wat`ry current. Quench`d I thus my spirit`s flame, Songs had soon resounded; Water drawn by bards whose fame Pure is, may be rounded.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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