Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame
and elegy supply: And many a holy
text around she strews, That teach the
rustic moralist to die.
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[Britons] would rather take the risk of civilizing communism than being kicked around by the unlettered pot-bellied money magnates of the United States.
Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered Muse.
thomas graySmooth verse, inspired by no unlettered Muse.
william wordsworth