A great stone man rose like a tower on board,
Stood at the helm and cleft the flood profound:
But the calm hero, leaning on his sword,
Gazed back, and would not offer one look round.
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Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes, |
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I strolled last eve across the lonely down; |
On the swift flying hours |
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I never lost as much but twice, |
I TASTE a liquor never brewed, |
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