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Escaped the gloom of mortal life, a soul
Here leaves its mouldering tenement of clay,
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At the close of day, when the hamlet is still,
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill,
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Of chance or change O let not man complain,
Else shall he never never cease to wail:
For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain
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Tired with the busy crowds, that all the day
Impatient throng where Folly's altars flame,
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Peace, heaven-descended maid! whose powerful voice
From ancient darkness call'd the morn;
And hush'd of jarring elements the noise
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THE FIRST BOOK (excerpts)
Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!
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Far in the depth of Ida's inmost grove,
A scene for love and solitude design'd;
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O Thou, who glad'st the pensive soul,
More than Aurora's smile the swain forlorn,
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The pygmy-people, and the feather'd train,
Mingling in mortal combat on the plain,
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I was a friend, On this sad stone a pious look bestow,
Nor uninstructed read this tale of woe;
And while the sigh of sorrow heaves thy breast,
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