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introduction.
Parnassus' top I never gained,
To win a metric race;
But am content to be allowed,
To flutter 'round its base.
To win a metric race;
But am content to be allowed,
To flutter 'round its base.
I never yet have dipped my pen,
In deep poetic lore;
But merely as a pastime sought,
Its surface to explore.
In deep poetic lore;
But merely as a pastime sought,
Its surface to explore.
And now with many hopes and fears,
I launch my little barque;
And trembling wait the world's opine,
With the critic's cold remark.
I launch my little barque;
And trembling wait the world's opine,
With the critic's cold remark.
