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POEMS. 163
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��O WEET hours have perished here ; ^ This is a mighty room ; Within its precincts hopes have played, Now shadows in the tomb.
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POEMS. 163
��XXV.
��O WEET hours have perished here ; ^ This is a mighty room ; Within its precincts hopes have played, Now shadows in the tomb.
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