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 | | antistrophe 2 Rumour of might, unquestioned, unsubdued, Pervading ears and soul of lesser men, Is silent now and dead. |
 | | antistrophe 3 Lo, when man's force doth ope The virgin doors, there is nor cure nor hope For what is lost,-even so, I deem, Though in one channel ran Earth's every stream, Laving the hand defiled from murder's stain, It were in vain. |
 | | antistrophe 1 Bethink thee, the young steed, the orphan foal Of sire beloved by thee, unto the car Of doom is harnessed fast. |
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