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The Rivals Two well-built men, neither giant nor dwarf, Were Monsieur Elims and Mynheer Nworf. They lived in a town not far away, And spent their time in work and play. Now Monsieur Elims was loved by all-- By rich and poor, by great and small. And Mynheer Nworf remarked one day, "Brother, explain to me, I pray, Why no one likes me as well as you, No matter what I may say or do. I have stores of knowledge packed in my head; I am learned and wise and very well read; I can dance, I can sing, I'm extremely polite; I am worth a large fortune all in my own right. But still,--and this question has caused me much thought,-- While I am neglected, you're everywhere sought." Monsieur Elims replied: "My dear sir, that is true, But you see, I am I, and you see, you are you. If I receive praises and you receive blame, 'Tis doubtless because each lives up to his name." You'll find his defence rather puzzling, I fear; But read their names backward--the meaning is clear. Carolyn Wells's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1242 |
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