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Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills The Inflammation Of His Weekly Bills.

A Thousand Years May Scare Form A State. An Hour May Lay It In Ruins.

The Bright Sun Was Extinguish'd, And The Stars Did Wander Darkling In The Eternal Space.

Fair Greece! Sad Relic Of Departed Worth! Immortal, Though No More! Though Fallen, Great!

I Do Detest Everything Which Is Not Perfectly Mutual.