Quote#Time
Soon round us spread the hills and dales
Quote byRobert Bloomfield · 1766–1823
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Banks of the Wye (1811), Book I.
English (original)
Soon round us spread the hills and dales, Where GEOFFREY spun his magic tales, And call'd them history. The land Whence ARTHUR sprung, and all his band Of gallant knights. Sire of romance, Who led the fancy's mazy dance, Thy tales shall please, thy name still be, When Time forgets my verse and me.
— Robert Bloomfield
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