on elphinstone's translation of martial's epigrams
o thou whom poetry abhors,
whom prose has turned out of doors,
heard'st thou yon groan?—proceed no further,
'twas laurel'd martial calling murther.
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on elphinstone's translation of martial's epigrams
o thou whom poetry abhors,
whom prose has turned out of doors,
heard'st thou yon groan?—proceed no further,
'twas laurel'd martial calling murther.
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