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Girt with many a baron boldSublime their starry fronts they rear;And gorgeous dames, and statesmen oldIn bearded majesty, appear.In the midst a form divine! 115Her eye proclaims her of the Briton line;Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face,Attemper'd sweet to virgin-grace.What strings symphonious tremble in the air,What strains of vocal transport round her play! 120Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear;They breathe a soul to animate thy clay.Bright Rapture calls, and soaring as she sings,Waves in the eye of heaven her many-colour'd wings.
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