Mention109887
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| so:text | Now I begin to know at last, These nights when I sit down to rhyme, The form and measure of that vast God we call Poetry, he who stoops And leaps me through his paper hoops A little higher every time. (en) |
| so:isPartOf | https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Robert_Graves |
| so:description | Country Sentiment (1920) (en) |
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