“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

Book I
The Banks of the Wye http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext05/bkwye10.txt (1811)

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