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... other years , till man shall learn Vainly his incense soars , his victim bleeds ;
Poor child of Doubt and Death , whose hope is built on reeds . IV . Bound to the
earth , he lifts his eye to heavenIs't not enough , unhappy thing ! to know Thou art
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... other years , till man shall learn Vainly his incense soars , his victim bleeds ;
Poor child of Doubt and Death , whose hope is built on reeds . IV . Bound to the
earth , he lifts his eye to heavenIs't not enough , unhappy thing ! to know Thou art
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... but spares gray Marathon . LXXXIX . The sun , the soil , but not the slave , the
same ; Unchanged in all except its foreign lordPreserves alike its bounds and
boundless fame The Battle - field , where Persia's victim horde First bow'd
beneath ...
... but spares gray Marathon . LXXXIX . The sun , the soil , but not the slave , the
same ; Unchanged in all except its foreign lordPreserves alike its bounds and
boundless fame The Battle - field , where Persia's victim horde First bow'd
beneath ...
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Whom youth and youth's affection bound to me ; Who did for me what none
beside have done , Nor shrank from one albeit unworthy thee . What is my being
? thou hast ceased to be ! Nor staid to welcome here thy wanderer home , Who ...
Whom youth and youth's affection bound to me ; Who did for me what none
beside have done , Nor shrank from one albeit unworthy thee . What is my being
? thou hast ceased to be ! Nor staid to welcome here thy wanderer home , Who ...
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