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... For me ' twere bliss enough to know thy spirit blest ! X. Here let me sit upon this
massy stone , The marble column's yet unshaken base ; Here , son of Saturn !
was thy fav'rite throne : Mightiest of many such ! Hence let me trace The latent g ...
... For me ' twere bliss enough to know thy spirit blest ! X. Here let me sit upon this
massy stone , The marble column's yet unshaken base ; Here , son of Saturn !
was thy fav'rite throne : Mightiest of many such ! Hence let me trace The latent g ...
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To sit on rocks , to muse o'er flood and fell , To slowly trace the forest's shady
scene , Where things that own not man's dominion dwell , And mortal foot hath ne
'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock
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To sit on rocks , to muse o'er flood and fell , To slowly trace the forest's shady
scene , Where things that own not man's dominion dwell , And mortal foot hath ne
'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock
...
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69 LIII . Oh ! where , Dodona ! is thine aged grove , Prophetic fount , and oracle
divine ? What valley echo'd the response of Jove ? What trace remaineth of the
Thunderer's shrine ! All , all forgotten — and shall man repine That his frail bonds
to ...
69 LIII . Oh ! where , Dodona ! is thine aged grove , Prophetic fount , and oracle
divine ? What valley echo'd the response of Jove ? What trace remaineth of the
Thunderer's shrine ! All , all forgotten — and shall man repine That his frail bonds
to ...
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