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ODE ON THE DAY OF THE CORONATION
From Dee to Severn, where the bards were born
Whose songs are in the wind by Idris' chair,
Whose lips won battles; and seats of puissance where,
With long grope of his desultory hand,
The ocean, prying deep into the land,
By Morvern and the legends of wild Lorn,
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