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Thou musest of the gifts that, yonder, waitThose whom the Gods do choose with far-offken: * Mount Parnassus. AND THEIR LOST HOPE ~— 11 : Castalia’s spell,* and the rich, dreamy freightLaid on Sleep’s shore,f for favored sons of men.I sought one sacred gift : — Ah! Time’s waves, strong and swift, Have swept bright looks and hopes, that made my world glad, then.
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