ON A GREAT PLAGIARIST.
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Phœbus drew back with just disdain The wreath: the Delphic Temple frowned: The suppliant fled to Hermes' fane, That stood on lower, wealthier ground. The Thief-God spake, with smile star-bright: "Go thou where luckier poets browse, The pastures of the Lord of Light, And do—what I did with his cows."[28] Aubrey De Vere.