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Behold each mighty shade reveal'd to sight , The Bactrian , Samian sage , and all
who taught the right ! IS . There , thou ! —whose love and life together fled , Have
left me here to love and live in vainTwined with my heart , and can I deem thee ...
Behold each mighty shade reveal'd to sight , The Bactrian , Samian sage , and all
who taught the right ! IS . There , thou ! —whose love and life together fled , Have
left me here to love and live in vainTwined with my heart , and can I deem thee ...
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... Which envious Eld forbore , and tyrants left to stand . XIV . Where was thine
Ægis , Pallas ! that appallid Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? Where Peleus '
son ? whom Hell in vain enthrall'd , His shade from Hades upon that dread day ...
... Which envious Eld forbore , and tyrants left to stand . XIV . Where was thine
Ægis , Pallas ! that appallid Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? Where Peleus '
son ? whom Hell in vain enthrall'd , His shade from Hades upon that dread day ...
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Pluto ! if this be hell I look upon , Close shamed Elysium's gates , my shade shall
seek for none ! LII . Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view ; Unseen is Yanina ,
though not remote , Veild by the screen of hills : here men are few , Scanty the ...
Pluto ! if this be hell I look upon , Close shamed Elysium's gates , my shade shall
seek for none ! LII . Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view ; Unseen is Yanina ,
though not remote , Veild by the screen of hills : here men are few , Scanty the ...
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