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Imperial anarch's, doubling human woes!
Though classic ground and consecrated most,
Disdain his power, and from their rocky hold
Dusky and huge, enlarging on the sight,
[none. Close shamed Elysium's gates, my shade shall seek for
Doth lean his boyish form along the rock,
Wouldst thou survive the marble or the oak?
Whose shadows in the glassy waters dance,
LV. The sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit, And Laos wide and fierce came roaring by; The shades of wonted night were gathering yet, When, down the steep banks winding warily, Childe Harold saw, like meteors in the sky, The glittering minarets of Tepalen, Whose walls o'erlook the stream; and drawing nigh,
He heard the busy hum of warrior-men Swelling the breeze that sigh'd along the lengthening glen.
Within, a palace, and without, a fort: