Текст песни My Rude Ignorance - Woods of Birnam
So
oft
have
I
invoked
thee
for
my
Muse,
And
found
such
fair
assistance
in
my
verse
As
every
alien
pen
hath
got
my
use
And
under
thee
their
poesy
disperse.
Disperse
But
thou
art
all
my
art,
and
dost
advance
As
high
as
learning,
my
rude
ignorance.
(Ignorance
ignorance)
Thine
eyes,
that
taught
the
dumb
on
high
to
sing
And
heavy
ignorance
aloft
to
fly,
Have
added
feathers
to
the
learned's
wing
And
given
grace
a
double
majesty.
Majesty
But
thou
art
all
my
art,
and
dost
advance
As
high
as
learning,
my
rude
ignorance.
(Ignorance)
My
rude
ignorance
(Ignorance)
My
rude
ignorance
(Ignorance)
Yet
be
most
proud
of
that
which
I
compile
Whose
influence
is
thine,
and
born
of
thee
In
others'
works
thou
dost
but
mend
the
style,
And
arts
with
thy
sweet
graces
graced
be
Graced
be
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