Excerpt from PoemsThe rugged Cyclops sweetly sang, Turned poet for his dear nymph's sake.Another place, another time; Yet still, methinks, the tale is true, And here, in England's misty clime, I am turned poet, loving you.Unworthy, all unworthy I, Yet this I know, I too would sing Mayhap here too Love's alchemy May fashion a diviner thing.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy.

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