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• The weltering London ways where children weep,—
• Where girls whom none call maidens laugh,— where gain,
• Hurrying men's steps, is still yet by loss o'erta'en:—
• The bright Castalian brink, and Latmos' steep:—
• Such were his paths, till deeper and more deep
• He trod the sands of Lethe; and long pain,
• Weary of with labour spurned & love found vain,
• In dead old Rome's sheltering shadow wrapped his sleep

• O pang-dowered Poet, whose reverberant lips
• 10And heart-strung lyre awoke the Moon's eclipse,—
• Thou whom the daisies glory in growing o'er,—
• Their fragrance clings around thy name, not writ
• But rumour'd in water, while the fame of it
• Along Time's flood goes echoing evermore.

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• Allures men's hurrying steps, their loss to attain
• Hurries men's steps by loss full oft o'erta'en
• ...............................and his brain
• Drowsed where the shadows of dead Rome wraps his sleep
• In Rome's o'ersheltering shadow wrapped his sleep. and his brain,
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• .................................wrapped its sleep.