Will they blot also out your name Because you praise All works of men that shrine the flame Of beauty`s ways, Wherever men have proved them great, Nor, drunk with pride, Saw but a single swollen State And naught beside, Nor dreamed of drilling Europe`s mind With threat and blow The way professors have designed Genius should go ? Or shall a people rise at length And see and shake The fetters from its giant strength, And grandly break This pedantry of feud and force To man untrue Thundering and blundering on its course To death and rue ?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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