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The King And Crown Post by :Linda_B Category :Poems Author :George Borrow Date :August 2011 Read :3416

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The King And Crown

From the Suabian.

The King who well crown'd does govern the land,
And whose fair crown well fill'd does stand--
That King adorns his crown, I trow;
And he who is thus by his crown adorn'd,
And for whose sake never that crown is scorn'd,
Does bear a well-fill'd crown on his brow.

(The end)
George Borrow's poem: King And Crown

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