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n sloping mounds, or in the vale beneath,[49]Are domes where whilome kings did make repair;But now the wild flowers round them only breathe:Yet ruined Splendour still is lingering there.And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair:There thou too, Vathek! England's wealthiest son,[bb][50]Once formed thy Paradise, as not awareWhen wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done,[bc]Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun.
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