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So the fam'd Patriarch, on his couch of stone, And while each plant a smiling grace reveals,
Enjoy'd bright visions from th' eternal thyrore. Urefully gay! at once it charms, and heals.
Thus wean'd from earth, where pleasure scarce Trinicend ev'n after death, ye great, show ;
can please,

Lend pomp to ashes, and be vain in woe;
Thy woes but halten'd thee to heaven and peace : Hire subititutes to muurn with formal cries,
As argry wirds, when bout the tempeít roars, And bribe unwilling drops from venal eyes;
More fwiftly (peed che vesiel to the shores.

While here sincerity of grier appears, Oh! may these lays a laing lulie shed

Silence that Ipcaks, and eloquence in tears ! O'er the dark urr, 1 ke lumps that grace the White, tir's of life, we buc conient to live dead!

To thuw world how really we grieve! Strong were thy thoughts, yet reason bore the As fome fond lie, whuie orrly ion es dead, sway ;

All loft to comfort makes the dut his bed,
Humble, yet learn'd; though innocent, yet gry:. Hangs o'er his urn, with trautic griet deplores,
So pure of herrt, that thou might'ít rafuly show And bathes his clay-cold cheek with cupious
Thy inmost bofom to thy biselt ioe:

thuwers ;
Careless of wealth, they bliss ? calm retreat, Such heart-felt pangs on thy fat bier attend;
Far from the insults of the scornful groat; Companion! brother! all in one-my friend!
Thence looking with disdain on proudest things, Unleis the soul a wound eternal bears,
Thou deemed'it mean the pageantry of kings; Sighs are but air; but coinmon water, tears :
Who build their pride on trappinga uf a throne, The proud, relenthis, weep in state, and thow
A painted ribbond, or a glittering stone,

Not forrow, but magaiticence of woe.
Uselessly brighi! 'Twas thine the tuiti raise

Thus in the fountain, from the sculptor's hands, To nobler objects, such as angels p aile !

With imitated life, an imige stands ; To live, to mortals' empty rame, a foe;

From roeky entrails, through his ituny eyes, And pity human joy, and human woe!

The mimic tears in itreans inceffant rise: To view evin iplendid vice with generous hate ; Unconscious! while aloft the waters flow, In life unblemiind, and in deith redate!

The gazer's wonder, and a public thow. Then conscience, shining with a lenient ray,

Ye hallow'd domes, his frequent visits tell ; Dawn'd o'er thy soul, and promisd endlets day.

Thuu court, where God himleli' delights to dwell; So from the setting orb of Phæbus fly

Thou myitic table, and thou holy feast,
Beams of calm light, and glitter the sky.
Where now, oh! where shall I true friendship How oft his soul with heavenly manna ted!

How often have ye seen the sacred gueti !

His faith enliven’d, while his fin lay dead ! Among the creacherous race of base mankind ?

While listening angels beard such raptures rise, Whom, whom consult in all th' uncertain ways

As, when they hym:ch' Almighty, charm the skies! Of various life, fincere to bianie, or praise !

But where, now where, without the body's aid, 0! friend ! O! falling in thy strength of years, New to the heavens, subfiits thy gentle ihade? Warm from the melting foul receive these fears i

Glides it beyond our grofs impertect sky, O! woods O! wild 1 0! every bowery shade!

Pleas’d high o'er stars, from world to world, to fly! So often vocal by his music made,

And fearlets marks the comet's dreadful waze, Now other sounds-far other sounds return,

While monarchs quake, and tremol ng nations gaze ? And o'er his hearle with all your echoes mourn !

Or holds deep converse with the mighty dead, Yet dare we grieve that soon the paths he trod

Champions of virtue, who for virtue bled ? To heaven, and left vain man for Saints and God?

Or joins in concert with angelic choirs, Thus in the theatre the scenes unfold

Where hyinning teraphs founu their golden lyres, A thousand wonders glorious to behold;

Where raptur'd saints unfading crowns inwreath, And here, or there, as the machine extends,

Triumphant o'er the world, o'er fin and death? A hero rises, or a God descends :

O! may the thought his friend's devotion raise ! But soon the momentary pleasure Aies,

O! may he imitate, as well as praise ! Swift vanishes the God, or hero dies,

Awake, my heavy foul! and upward fly, Where were ye, Mufes, by what fountain fide,

Speak to the faint, and meet him in the iky,
What river sporting, when your favourite uy'd ?

And alk the certain way to rite as high.
He knew by verse to chain the headlung Hoods,
Silence loud winds, or charm attentive woods;
Nor deign’d but to high * themes to tune the

Tu such as heaven might hear, and ange's fing;
Unlike those bards, who, uninformd to play,
Grate on their jurring pipes a falhy lay:
Each line display'd united Atrength and ease,

TO THOMAS MARRIOT, Ese. Form'd like his manners to instruct and please.

So herbs of balmy excellence produce A blooming flower and falutary juice:


Prefix your name to the following poem,'as a mo

nument of the long and fincere friendship I have

bórne you : I am fenfibie you are too good a judge Mr. Fenton intended to write upon moral subjects. of poetry to approve it; however, it will be a


teftimony of my respect: You conferred obligations : O! heavens! is this the passage to the skies upon me very early in life, almost as soon as I was That man must tread, when man your favourite dies? capable of receiving them: May these verses on On! for Elijah's car to wing my way Death long survive my own ! and remain a me O'er the dark gulph of death to endless day! morial of our friendthip, and my gratitude, when Confounded at the right, my ipirits fled, I am no more.

My eyes rain'd tears, my very heart was dead! WILLIAM BROOME. I waild the lot of man, that all would hun,

And all muft bear that breathe beneath the sun.

When lo! an heavenly form, divirely fair,
Shoots from the starry vault through fields of air;
And, swifter than on wings of lightning driven,
At once seems here and there, in earth and heaven:

A dazzling brightness in refulgent freams
A POEM ON DEÀ T H. Flows from his locks inwreath'd with funny beams :

His roseate cheeks the bloom of heaven display,

And from his eyes dart glories, more than day: OH! for Elijah's car, to wing my way,

A robe, of light condens’d, around him tone, O'er the dark guiph of death to endless day!

And his loins glitter'd with a starry zone: A thousand ways, alas! frail mortals lead

And while the listening winds lav huih'd to hear. To her dire den, and dreadful all to cread!

Thus spoke the vision, amiably severe ! See! in the horrors of yon house of woes,

Vain man! wouidst thou escape the common Troops of all maladies the fiend inclose !

lot, High on a trophy rus'd of human bones,

To live, to suffer, die, and be forgot ? Swords, spears, and arrows, and fepulchral stones,

Look back on ancierit times, primæval years, In horrid itate she reigns! attendant ills

All, all are past! a mighty void appears! Beliege her throne, and when she frowns, Me kills : Heroes, and kings, thole gnds of earth, whose fame Through the thick sloom the torch red-gleaming Aw'd half the nations, now are but a name! burns

The great in arts or arms, the wise, the juít, O'er shrouds, and fuble palls, and mouldering urns; Mix with the meanest in congenial duft! While flowing stoles, black plumes, and scutcheons Ev’n Saints and Prophets the same paths have trod, spread

Amburadors of heaven, and friends of God! An idle pomp around the filent dead :

And thou, wouldīt thou the general sentence fly? Unaw'd by power, in common heap she flings

Mofes is dead! thy Saviour deign’d to die ! The scrips of beggars, and the crowns of kings:

Mortal, in all thy acts regard thy end ; Here gales of highs, instead or breezes, blow,

Live well, the time thou liv'it, and death's thy And streains of tears for ever murmuring flow:

friend: 'The mournful yew with folemn horror waves

Then curb each rebel thought against the sky, His baleful branches, saddening even the graves : And die resign'd, O! Man ordain'd to die ! Around all birds obscene loud-screaming fly,

He added not, but spread his wings in flight, Clang their black wings, and thriek along the sky: And vanish'd instant in a blaze of light. The ground perverse, tho' bare and barren, breeds Abash'd, alhamd, I cry, Eternal Power, All poisons, fees to life, and noxious weeds ; I yield ! I wait resign'd th' appointed hour! But, blafted frequent by th' unwholesome sky, Man, foolish man, no more thy soul deceive! Dead fall the birds, the very poisons dic.

To die, is but the surett way to live : Full in the entrance of the dreadful doors,

When age we ask, we ask it in our wrong, Old-age, half vanith'd to a ghost, deplores: And pray our time of suffering may be long; Propp'd on his crutch, he drags with many a groan The nauseous draught, and dregs of life is 'The load of life, yet dreads to lay it down.

drain, There, downward driving an unnumber'd band, And feel infirmity, and length of pain!. Intemperance and Disease walk hand in hand : What art thou, life, that we ihould court thy 'There, Torment, whirling with remorseless sway

ftay? A scourge of iron, lahes on the way.

A breath, one single gasp muft away! There frantic Anger, prone to wild extremes, A short-liv'd fower, that with the day must Grasps an ensar guin'd sword, and heaven biaip bemes.

fade! There heart fick Agony distorted itands,,

A fleeting vapour, and an empty shade! Writhes his consultive limbs, and gs his hands. A stream, that filently but swiftly glides There Sorrow droops his ever-penlive head,

To meet eternity's immeasur'd tides!
And Cure fill tofles on his iron bed :

A being, loft alike by pain or joy!
Or, muling, fastens on the ground his eye, A fly can kill it, or a worm destroy!
With folded arms; with every breath a tigh. Impair'd by labour, and by eufe undone,
Hydrops unwieldy willows in a Hood;

Commenc'd in tears, and ended in a groan !
And Murther rages, red with human blood, Ev'n while i write, the tranfient now is paft,
With Fever, Famine, and afflictive Pain,

And death more near, this sentence than the Plague, Pestilence, and War, a difmal train!

lart! There, and a thousand more, the fiend surround, As some weak isthmus seas from seas divides, Shrieks pierce the air, and groans to groans sciouad. Beat by rude waves, and fapp'd by ruling tidęs,


Torn from its base, no more their fury bears, "Tis hers, in spheres to shine ;
At once they close, at once it disappears :

Ardittance to admire, is mine :
Such, such is life! the mark of misery plac'd Doom'd, like th' enamour'd * youth, to groan
Between two worlds, the future and the past; For a new goddess form’d of stone.
To time, to fickness, and to death, a prey,

While thus I spoke, Love's gentle power
It finks, the frail poffeffion of a day!

Descended from th' ethereal bower ;
As fome fond boy, in sport, along the shore A quiver at his shoulder hung,
Builds from the sands a fabric of an hour ;

A shaft he grasp’d, and bow untrung.
Proud of his spacious walls, and stately rooms, All nature own'd the genial God,
He styles the mimic cells imperial domes;

And the spring flourish'd where he trod;
The little monarch swells with fancy'd Iway, My heart, no ftranger to the guest,
Ti'll me wind rising puff's the dome away: Flutter'd, and labour'd in my brealt;
So the poor repcile, man ! an heir of woe,

When, with a smile that kindles joy
The lord of earth and ocean, swells in thow; Ev'n in the Gods, began the boy :
He plants, he builds, aloft the walls arise !

How vain these tears! is man decreed,
The noble plan he finishes, and--dies.

By being abject, to succeed?
Swept from the earth, he shares the common fate; Hop't thou by meagre looks to move ?
His fole distinction now, to rot in state !

Are women frighten'd into love?
Thus busy to no end till out of breath,

He most prevails, who nobly dares ;
Tir'd we lie down, and close up all in death. In love an hero, as in wars :
Then bleft the man whom gracious heaven has Ev’n Venus may be known to yield,

But 'tis when Mars disputes the field :
Through life's blind mizes to th' immortal dead ! Sent from a daring hand my dart
Who, fafely landed on the blissful shore,

Strikes deep into the fair-one's heart:
Nor human folly feels nor frailty more !

To winds and waves thy cares bequcata, O! Death, thou cure of all our idle strife!

A sigh is but a waste of breath.
End of the gay, or serious farce of life!

What though gay youth, and every grace
With of the just, and refuge of th'opprest ! That beauty boasts, adorn her face ;
Where poverty, aud where ev'n kings find rest! Yet Goddefies have deign'd to wed,
Sate from the frowns of power ! calm, thoughtful And take a mortal to their bed :
hate !

And heaven, when gifts of incense rise,
And the rude insults of the scornful great!

Accepts it, though it cloud their skies. grave is sacred! wrath and malice dread

Mark! how this marygold conccals To violate its peace, and wrong the dead :

Her beauty, and her bolom veils; Eut, life, thy name is woe ! to death we fly How from the dull embrace the Aies To grow immortal -into life we die !

Of Phæbus, when his beams arise :
Then wisely heaven in filence has confin'd

But when his glory he displays,
The happier dead, leit none should stay behind. And darts around his ficrcer rays,
What though the path be dark that muit be trod, Her charms she opens, and receives
Though man be blotted from the works of God, The vigorous God into her leaves.
Though the four winds his scatter'd atoms bear
To earth's extremes through all th' expanse of air ;
Yet, bursting glorious from the filent clay,
He mounts triumphant to eternal day.

So, when the sun rolls down th' ethereal plain, THE COMPLAINT.
Extinct his splendors in the whelming main,
A transient night earth, air, and heaven invadęs,
Eclips'& in horrors of surrounding ihades;

But foon, emerging with a fresher ray,
He starts exultant, and renews the day,


WHO was once the glory of the plain,

The tairest virgin of the virgin train,
Am now (by thee, O ! faithiels man, betray'd')
A fall'n, a lost, a miserable maid.
Ye winds, that witness tò my deep despair,
Receive my fighs, and wafc chem thro' the air,

And gently breathe them to my Damon's ear!

Curst, ever curit be that trembling day,

When trembling, fighing, at my feet he lay, My eyes with floods of tears o'erfow,

I trembled, ligh'd, and look'd my heart away! My borom heaves with constant woe;

Why was he form'd, ye powers, his sex'sp ride, Those eyes, which thy unkindness (wells;

Too false to love, too fair to be deny'd ? That bosom, where thy image dwells !

Ye heedless virgins, gaze not on his eyes
How could I hope so weak a fiame

Lovely they are, but ihe that gazes dies !
Could ever warm that matchless dime,
When none Elysium mult behold,

* Polydorus, who pined to death for the love of a Without a radiant bough of gold?

beautifid faruc,


Oh! fiy his voice, be deaf to all he says;

But fide each grace! since he no longer sees Charms has his voice, but charmi gi: betray ! Those charms, for whom alone I wish to please! At every word, each motion of his eye,

But whence bele sudden, sad prefazing fears, A thousand loves are born, a thout and lovers die. Thele ring fighs, and whence these fowing tears?

Say, gentle iths, bleft Arcadian. Swains, Ah! lest the ùumpet's terrible alarms Inhabitants of inefe delightful plains,

Have drawn the lover fror, his Cælia's charms, Say, by what fountain, in what rory bower, To try the duorful field, and shine in azure arms Reclines my charmer in the noon-tide hour!

Ah! canst thou bear the labour of the war, To you, dear fugitive, where'er you Itray, Bend the tough bow, or dart the pointed spear? Wild with despair, impatient of delay,

Delit, fond youth ! let others glory gains Swift on the wings of eager love I fly,

Seck empty honour o'er the furgy main, Or send my scul ftill fwister in a figh!

Or fhcath'd in horrid arms ruh dreadful to the I'd then inform you of your Cælia's cares,

plain! And try the eloquence of female tears ;

Thee, shepherd, thee the pleasurable woods, Fearless I'd pars where defolation reigns,

The painied meadows, and the crystal floods, Tread the wild waite, or burning Libyan plains : Claim and invite to bless their sweet abodes. Or where the North his furious pinions tries, There shały bowers and sylvan scenes arise, And howling hurricanes embroil the skies!

There fountains murmur, and the spring supplies Should all the monitors in Getulia bred

Flowers to delight the smell, or charın the eyes : Oppose the passage of a tender maid;

But mourn, ye Sylvan scenes and shady bowers ; Dauntless, if Damon calls, his Cælia speeds Weep, all ye fountains; languih, all ye flowers !

Through all the monsters that Getulia breeds! If in a desert Damon but appear,
Bold was Bonduca, and hcr arrows flew

To Cælia's eyes a desert is more fair
Swift and uneriing from the twanging yew:

Than all your charms, when Damon is not there ! By love inspir’d, I'll teach the shaft to fly; Gods! what soft words, what sweet delufive wiles For thee I'd conquer, or at least would die ! He boasts ! and oh! those dear undoing smiles ! If o'er the dreary Caucasus you go,

Pleased with our ruin, to his arms we run: Or mountains crown'd with everlasting snow, To be undone by him, who would not be undone? Where thro' the freezing skies in storms it pours, Alas! I rave! ye swelling torrents, roll And brightens the dull air with shining lhowers, Your watery !tribute o'er my love-fick soul! Ev'n there with you I could securly reit,

To cool my heart, your waves, ye oceans bear! And dare all cold, but in my Damon's breast; Oh! vain are all your waves, for Love is there! Or should you dwell beneath the sultry ray,

But ab | what sudden thought to frenly moves Where rising Phæbus ushers in the day,

My tortur'd foul ?-perhaps, my Damon loves ! 'There, there I dwell! Thou sur, exert thy fires; Some fatal bezuty, yielding all her charms, Love, mighty love, a fiercer fame inspires: Detains the lovely traitor from my arms ! Or if, a pilgrim, you would pay your vows Blast her, ye skies! let instant vengeance seize Where Jordan's streams in soft mzansers flows; Those guilty charms, whofe crime it is to please! I'll be a pilgrim, and my vows I'll pay

Damon is mine!-fond maid, thy fears fubdue! Where Jordan's streams in soft mxanders play. Am I not jealous? and my charmer true ? Joy of my soul ! my every with in one !

O! heaven! from jealouty my borom save! Why must I love, when loving I'm.undone ? Cruel as death, insatiate as the grave ! Sweet are the whispers of the waving trees,

Ye powers ! of as the ills that ever curft And murmuring waters, curling to the breeze; Our sex, fure man, diffembling man, is worst ! Sweet are soft Numbers in the shady bowers

Like forward boys, a-while in wanton play, When glowing luns infeft the sultry hours :

He sports with hearts, then throws che toys away: But not the whispers of the waving trees,

With specious wiles weak woman he affails ; Nor murmuring waters curling to the breeze; He swears, weeps, smiles, he flatters, and prevails : Not sweet soft llumbers in the shady bowers,

Then, in the moment when the maid believes, When thou art ablent whom my soul adires ! The perjur'd traitor triumphs, scorns, and leaves. Come, let us feck some flowery, fragrant bed! How oft my Damon swore, th' all-seeing sun Come, on thy busom reit my love-lick head! Should change his courte, and rivers backward rua, Come, drive thy tiocks bene.ch the ih ady hills, Ere his fond heart should range, or faithless prove Or softly number by the murmuring rills!

To the bright obje&t of his stedfast love! Ah no! he flies! that dear enchanting he!

0! instant change thy course, all-seeing fun! Whose beauty Iteal: my very self from me!

Damon is false ! ye rivers, backward run! Yet wert thou wont the gariand to prepare,

But die, 0 ! wretched Cælia, die! in vain To crown with fragrant wreaths thy Cælia's hair : Thus to the fields and floods you breathe your When to the lyre sne tun'd the vocal liys,

pain! Thy tongue would fater, and thine eyes speak The tear is fruitless, and the tender figh, praise:

And life a load -forsaken Cælia, die! And when imooth-gliding in the dance she mov'd, Fly switter, time! O! speed the joyful hour ! Ask thy false bosom if it never lov'd ?

Receive me, grave !-then I shall love no more! And till her eye fome little lutre bears,

ah! wretched maid, fo fad a cure to prove ! If swains speak truth!-though dim'd for thee with Ab! wretched maid, to fly to death from lore!


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Yet oh! when this poor frame no more shall live, Redoubling blow on blow, in wrath he moves;
Be happy, Damon! may not Damon grieve ! The fing'd earth groans, and burns with all her
Ah me! I'm vain ! my death cad not appear

groves ; Worth the vast price of but a single tear.

The floods, the billows, boiling hiss with fires, Forlorn, abandon'd, to the rocks I go;

And bickering flame, and smouldering smoke af. But they have learn'd new cruelties of you !

pires: Alone, relenting Echo with me mourns,

A night of clouds blots out the golden day;
And faint with grief the scarce my fighs returns ! Full in their eyes the writhen lightnings play:
Then fighs, adieu ! ye nobler paflious, rise! Ev'n chaos burns: again earth groans, heaven roars,
Be wise, fond maid !--but who in love is wise? As tumbling downward with its shining towers ;,
I rage, I rail, th’ extremes of anger prove, Or burst this earth, torn from he: central place,
Nay, almost hate! then love thee beyond love! With dire disruption from her deepest base :
Pity, kind heaven, and right an injur'd maid ! Nor Nept the wind : the wind new horror forms,
Yet, oh! yet, spare the dear deceiver's head! Clouds dah on clouds before th' outrageous tiorms,
If from the sultry suns at noon-tide hours

While, tearing up the lands, in drifts they rise,
He seeks the covert of the breezy bowers,

And half the deserts mount th' encumber'd Ikies :
Awake, O South, and where my charmer lies, At once the tempest bellows, lightnings fiy,
Bid roses bloom, and beds of fragrance rise ! The thunders roar, and clouds involve the sky:
Gently, O gently round in whispers fly,

Stupendous were the deeds of heavenly might;
Sigh to his fighs, and fan the glowing sky! What less, when Gods conflicting cope in fight?
If o'er the waves he cuts the liquid way,

Now heaven its foes with horrid inroad gores,
Be fill, ye waves. or round his vellel play!

And Now and four recede the giant powers:
And you, ye winds, confine each ruder breath, Here talks Ægeon, here fierce Gyges moves,
Lie huih'd in filenee, and be calm as death! There Cottus rends up hills with all their groves;
But if he stay detain'd by adverse gales,

These hurl'd at once against the Titan bands
My fighs shall drive the ship, and fill the flagging Three hundred mountains from three hundred

hands :
And overshadowing, overwhelming bound
With chains infrangible beneath the ground;

Below this earth, as far as earth's confines lie,
Tuz BATTLE OF THE GODS AND TITANS. Through space unmeasur'd, from the starry sky;

Nine days an anvil or enormous weight, From the Theogony of Hesiod; with a De- Down rushing headlong from th' zër:al height, scription of Tartarus, &c.

Scarce reaches earth; thence toft in gidely rounds Now sounds the vault of heaven with loud a

Scarce reaches in nine days th’internal bounds:

A wall of iron of ftupendous height larms, And Gods by Gods embattling rush to arms :

Guards the dire dungeons black with threcfold Here stalk the Titans of portentous fize,

night: Burst from their dungeons, and assault the skies;

High o'er the horrors of th' eternal saade And there, unchain'd from Erebus and Night,

The stedfast base of earth and seas is laid ; Auxiliar * giants aid the Gods in fight :

There in coercive durince Jove detains An hundred arms each tower-like warrior rears,

The groaning Titans in afflictive chains. And stares from fifty heads amid the stars ;

A seat of woe! remote tiom cheertul day, The dreadful brotherhood stern-frowning stands,

Through gulphs impasible, a boundless way.

Above these realms, a brazen structure stands
And hurls an hundred rocks from hundred hands :
The Titans ruth'd with fury uncontrold;

With brazen portals, fram'd by Neptune's hands;
Gods sunk on Gods, o'er giant giant rollid ;

'Thongh chaos to the ocean's base it swells'; Then roar'd the ocean with a dreadful sound,

There stern Ægeon with his giants dwells;
Heaven Ibouk with all its thrones, and groan'd the Fierce guards of Jove ! from hence the fountains rise

That wall the earth, or wander through the skies;
Trembled ch' eternal poles at every stroke,

That groaning murmur through the realms of woes,

Or feed the channels where the ocean flows;
And frighted hell from its foundations shook :
Noise, horrid noise, th' aërial region fills,

Collected horrors thzong the dire abudes,
Rocks dash on rocks, and hills encounter hills;

Horrid and fell! de ested ev'n by Gods!

Enormous sulph! immense the bounds appear, Through earth, air, heaven, tumultuous clamours

Wasteful and void, the journey of a year: rise, And shouts of battle thunder in the skies.

Where beating stormas, as in wild whirls they

fight, Then Jove omnipotent display'd the God,

Tofs the pale wanderer, and retoss through night: And all Olympus trembled as he trod : de grasps ten thousand thunders in his hand,

The powers immortal with affiight survey Bares his red arm, and wields the forky brand ;

The hideous charm, and seal it up from day. Chen aims the bolts, and bids his lightnings play ;

Hence through the vault of heaven huge Atlas
They Aash, and rend through heaven their faming His giant limbs, and props the golden spheres :

Here fabte Night, and here the beamy Day,
Ægeona Cattus, Gyges

Lodge and disodge; alterpate in their sway..



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