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Even gods must yield — religions take their turn : ' Twas Jove's — ' tis Mahomet's
— and other creeds Will rise with other years , till man shall learn Vainly his
incense soars , his victim bleeds ; Poor child of Doubt and Death , whose hope is
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Even gods must yield — religions take their turn : ' Twas Jove's — ' tis Mahomet's
— and other creeds Will rise with other years , till man shall learn Vainly his
incense soars , his victim bleeds ; Poor child of Doubt and Death , whose hope is
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49 V. Or burst the vanish'd Hero's lofty mound ; Far on the solitary shore he
sleeps : He fell , and falling nations mourn'd around ; But now not one of
saddening thousands weeps , Nor warlike - worshipper his vigil keeps Where
demi - gods ...
49 V. Or burst the vanish'd Hero's lofty mound ; Far on the solitary shore he
sleeps : He fell , and falling nations mourn'd around ; But now not one of
saddening thousands weeps , Nor warlike - worshipper his vigil keeps Where
demi - gods ...
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... the ground ; Half whispering there the Greek is heard to prate ; Hark ! from the
mosque the nightly solemn sound , The Muezzin's call doth shake the minaret , “
There is no god but God ? —to prayer - lo ! God is great ! ” 72 CHILDE ...
... the ground ; Half whispering there the Greek is heard to prate ; Hark ! from the
mosque the nightly solemn sound , The Muezzin's call doth shake the minaret , “
There is no god but God ? —to prayer - lo ! God is great ! ” 72 CHILDE ...
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