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Fame's Penny-Trumpet

Rating: 2.9
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack,
Ye little men of little souls!
And bid them huddle at your back -
Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals!

Fill all the air with hungry wails -
"Reward us, ere we think or write!
Without your Gold mere Knowledge fails
To sate the swinish appetite!"
And, where great Plato paced serene,
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Susan Williams 06 December 2015
I think I prefer angry Carroll to humorous Carroll. Of course I like anything that doesn't have Alice prancing across its stage
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