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Honour demands my song. Forget the ground My generous muse, and sit among the stars! There sing the soul that, conscious of her birth, Lives like a native of the vital world Amongst these dying clods, and bears her state Just to herself: how nobly she maintains Her character, superior to the flesh, She wields her passions like her limbs, and knows The brutal powers were born but to obey.
Honour demands my song. Forget the ground My generous muse, and sit among the stars! There sing the soul that, conscious of her birth, Lives like a native of the vital world Amongst these dying clods, and bears her state Just to herself: how nobly she maintains Her character, superior to the flesh, She wields her passions like her limbs, and knows The brutal powers were born but to obey.
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 304 · printed citation: Watts · subject: HONOUR
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